The Guitar Was Singing
Then warmed by the spring sun,
My heart was beating quietly...
Surrounded wit loving caresses
The guitar was singing, one's...
When he how joyfully sang.
The heart was beating, i thought then
The sun would always bring me roses.
And guitar was singing together me.
poem by Tsira Gogeshvili
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