I love the sky, the sky most blue...
As dreamlike eyes, of meadow cornflower...
The May month came, so noisy, nearer.....
The month of roses name to it to us...
I wait a rose my, warm of heart and the most red...
For I did not sit, on the tree of Elysium as mute a sparrow...
I loved sky's colour, of such as a cornflower of meadow...
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cornflower/
