The Poets Does Die SoVery Easily <br /> <br /> <br />I cannot tell convincingly, but i trust... <br /> <br /> The parrot- blue informed me, mine Lulu... <br /> <br /> That Here, these violet roses that has shined... <br /> <br />Nearby a mirror - in crystal-vase, rustled... <br /> <br />Angel blue-eyed Has brought from own dream... <br /> <br />For mine infinite songs in dreams, have lasted... <br /> <br />Sometimes some forget, that poets die so very easily, <br /> <br />As birds die above heavens of caress of an azure <br /> <br /> Yes they both perish from insufficient of dream and love... <br /> <br />But while the moon sings for me always a lovely lullaby <br /> <br />I will not die so prosy - in loneliness, as in autumn a red roses <br /> <br /> Although never best time I do not see an angel nearby <br /> <br /> But infinitely I feel him white- wings rustles always...<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poets-does-die-so-very-easily/
