The Mysterious Voice
T Tsira Gogeshvili
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In order not to hear
The insistent complaint
Of the soul locked up
In that shell,
Give away your life
To the infinite centuries…
Do it, if you wish to live.
…But the crafty beauty
And the treacherous voice
Are needed just for
Testing your soul.
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