Give me your right-palm,
I'll tell fortunes to you,
As a fortuneteller -
As a maiden -gipsy....
Don't look only to me...
That of, your eyes
Denounces to you...
If I'll tell an untruth...
will be only one kiss...
if I'll tell to you're not
Blueeyed...these one's-
Dreams heavens...
They sleep there...
I'll tell that you haven't
to home road, else....
For you lost it a long time
Your house- as shelter
In heart of Aphrodite...
Both now...as always....
Day of a deceit is today...
And I sit before you...
As sat for a long time
Yes 1th April, but
Is similar this to a lie?
you'll answer to me...
As- to fortuneteller,
AS - to maiden -gipsy....
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-maiden-gipsy/
