N- White Swans))
T Tsira Gogeshvili
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The black sea so black-
The cruisers were accustomed,
And white sailing boats
Of muses have turned...
- To a seagull, -you will-by tell...
Have not guessed...
You look..Reviews on the sun,
Here they, these white swans,
They soon will begin,
Own solo, successively...
Into the black sea the sharks
Were accustomed...
With dolphins masks...
They feels of the sweet a smell...
And jute to reddening of
The black sea... with closed by eyes...
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