He has closed eyes, and did not breathe almost.... <br />- Why I do not have wings... - has thought he so sad... <br />Stood up behind blackberry to bushes... <br />And secretly tracked down to dance of nymphs... <br /> Oh, as he wished to sense close her rustle ringlets... <br /> But a trouble roots grew in that that at luxury in the earth... <br /> Has transformed to an the oak... <br /> And now the nymphs... under its branch, <br />They rests and do not suspect generally, <br /> Whence the wind has brought this melancholy song... <br /> <br /> 24.01.09.<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/n-dance-of-nymphs/
