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Not It Envieshim His Desolation...
NOW IT ENVIES HIM
HIS DESOLATION…
March couldn’t part with its nature,
Made me give up the isolation.
Then it marched into someone else…
Somewhere, not near, far away…
And, now, envies him his desolation.
poem
by
Tsira Gogeshvili
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