Magic pipe played under a rainbow... <br /> And the old oak rustled the leaves with jingle... <br />From far the wind brought the song secretly... <br />She is more aerial, than the dream sleeping <br /> On wings of the butterfly... <br />She is more the thin, than the newborn pearls <br /> On depth of the sea... <br />She is more sensitive, <br /> Than a lonely beam a candle in darkness... <br />But she is stronger from magic melodies, <br /> Than monotony of a droplet of water on a stone <br />Magic pipe played under a rainbow... <br /> <br />17.01.09<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magic-melodies/