Will not by frighten...
More them
These-ruthless
Deserted monsoons,
These to flight
On white horse...
With white wings...
And on them way
Only remains,
So magicly,
Song singing...
They are... yes..
Is Moon... Suns-
Hearts monsoons...
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/monsoons-3/
