I’m not alive, I wish to come to life, Once more night shades have covered ground. And dream, a golden dream of mine Like angel will fly back again and settle down.
Or what did yesterday I feel, who knows? Winds yesterday messed up my hair. It’s snowing, now in my soul A silence reigns again and bliss is there.
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
Terenti Graneli (1897–1934) – a pen-name of a noted Georgian poet Terenti Kvirkvelia.
Comments (1)
Thank you sweet for bringing this up.
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