Magic pipe played under a rainbow...
And the old oak rustled the leaves with jingle...
From far the wind brought the song secretly...
She is more aerial, than the dream sleeping
On wings of the butterfly...
She is more the thin, than the newborn pearls
On depth of the sea...
She is more sensitive,
Than a lonely beam a candle in darkness...
But she is stronger from magic melodies,
Than monotony of a droplet of water on a stone
Magic pipe played under a rainbow...
17.01.09
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magic-melodies/
