Wings Of Muse
Don't rise at top,
Wait me and, stop..
Can be gave or
Can.. lost, senor...
Those wings -
Blew, winds...
Or it's removed
Or is borrowed...
Or you gather
To fly to another...
Be not afraid...
Be, I'll beside...
21.08.09.
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wings-of-muse/
