Gave me flowers once... <br />But winds have stolen... <br />And started shamelessly laugh... <br />Do not search for me more... <br />I was also stolen by malicious winds... <br /> Do not look at my road more... <br />Mine a track are covered by snow... <br />Do not speak about love there is nothing... <br /> For someone this word only a hobby... <br />You could not protect me... <br /> Even from the gossip of the moon pressed... <br />You denied the main slogan of yours of breed: <br />I do not see, I do not hear, I do not speak... <br />Gave me flowers once... <br />And winds have stolen... <br /> <br />5.01.09.<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gave-me-flowers-once/
