* * * When Winter’s In Full Bloom
T Tsira Gogeshvili
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When Winter’s In Full Bloom
When the winter’s still
In full bloom into the soul...
I’m turned into a thing- tiny
So that I’m not seen…
you know, It's so nice to sit on the
Grief-colored stone...
And, as ladies-gossipy,
To watch the passers-by…
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