I love the sky, the sky most blue... <br /> As dreamlike eyes, of meadow cornflower... <br /> The May month came, so noisy, nearer..... <br /> The month of roses name to it to us... <br /> I wait a rose my, warm of heart and the most red... <br />For I did not sit, on the tree of Elysium as mute a sparrow... <br /> I loved sky's colour, of such as a cornflower of meadow...<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cornflower/
