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.
Tsira Gogeshvili
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-bird-8/
