Do not give me flowers more... <br />From which nostalgia begins. <br /> <br />Scent of my hairs...is <br /> Fallen asleep in this flower <br /> <br /> That flower was colour his eyes... <br /> Carefree cloud flies so far... <br /> <br /> Above the seventh heavens one's... <br />The birdie with the wings frozen... <br /> <br />Dreamt of the violet nest <br /> But only in the own dream...<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/violet-nest/
