Gave me flowers once...
But winds have stolen...
And started shamelessly laugh...
Do not search for me more...
I was also stolen by malicious winds...
Do not look at my road more...
Mine a track are covered by snow...
Do not speak about love there is nothing...
For someone this word only a hobby...
You could not protect me...
Even from the gossip of the moon pressed...
You denied the main slogan of yours of breed:
I do not see, I do not hear, I do not speak...
Gave me flowers once...
And winds have stolen...
5.01.09.
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gave-me-flowers-once/
