My impatient fate <br />Approaches me, <br />Stepping zealously <br />On the air. <br />It approaches me quietly, <br />Without noise, <br />It comes from <br />The remote area. <br />And I feel <br />That in no time, <br />It’ll open <br />With its burning fingers <br />The sacred, the whitest <br />Door of mine. <br /> <br /> <br />My Prairies And My Jungle <br /> <br /> When that we were favourites of sky and heavens <br />When that we were favourites of prairies and jungle <br /> <br /> When that we were happy. We thought to another neither <br />Then we were able to cry and laughter... Smiled each other <br /> <br /> Now my wolves get accustomed of collars- skins-colour's <br /> Now even the dogs escape from the house to the far-forest <br /> <br /> And small sparrows have started to fly in warm to the country. <br />But starlings and swallows remained to me of winter's nests...<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ananke/
