We'Ll Come Again... * * *

We'll Come Again - He that created me And sings sweet old songs... Won't kill me and make me old, I know and I'm persuaded... Years will pass as blank verses, We'll come again, like swallows... I'll make you feel the beating Of my heart with my verses... * * * THE RARE CHORD (iSviaTi akordi) Even the rare chords, The notes – pleasant And harmonious - Can’t fascinate The dull ear Of a hippopotamus… Don’t “cast your pearls Before swine…” Don’t cast… Don’t reveal The splendid secret Of two hearts… Tsira