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Fly away black bird,
perhaps you’ll encounter a carcass
or someone kind
will offer it to you.
You’ll hide in the dry bushes with food,..
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I was simply singing,
watching red poppies
in the field,
thinking of nothing,
just remembering
the sea of my childhood,
as Banville does
in h..
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Somewhere far away meadows,a small spring,the sound of a lyre,smiling people.In cornfields, peasants working.I searched for a medicinal herb.
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We brought saplings of trees,radiant peach, apple.We nurtured them, they bore divine fruit.I wanted to export them, but in vain,says the farmer from G..
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You talk to everyone, everyone in your heart,
But you’re not a god,
You’re just a woman sitting in a subway car, talking to herself.
Yo..
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I want to live in a house where silence reigns,to hear the echo of sounds drifting in from the yard.To live like the beautiful tales written on the pa..
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Living in the suburbs has a special charm, especially if you live in one of the quarters of Tbilisi's Varketili district, where the sea is also nearby..
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Madness, like a human's mark,
It claims that everything is fine,
It plays, as for it, God has changed,
Faith is either exalted or diminished.
Sign..
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The wind stirs my black curtain.
I hear the sound of branches,
The wind sweeps the dry grass on the fields,
Like waves on the sea.
Cold hearts,
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I place my slippers by the bed,
Hoping I’ll wake up to find them where I left them,
I do this over and over, feeling the same.
Habits, ..
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