The day was such unusual.
Not only sad and rainy...
Heavenly varnishing...
Was plaintive as never...

The master was advance-guard-
Romanticist boundless one...
But has lost his easel
Of moon, silvery such...

The brushes was lost there
Between star's & meteorite's
You think it is artist the
Breeze: - Yes, but here is...

Masterpiece of this mornings -
Cloud... my cloud, my could
Has departed who -o-o-o..
Who when and where? ..

The day was such unusual.
Not only sad and rainy.


Tsira Gogeshvili

Tsira Gogeshvili

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