Blue-Bird
T Tsira Gogeshvili
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Three days cried a rain.
Three days wandered winds...
Three days caressed the sun...
Three days - smiled a cactus.
Three days - doesn't sing in heart
The cheerful and smaller blue bird.
So the winter will not leave us...
Yes, as the spring will forget us...
26.01.09.
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