If then there were moonless long nights... <br /> And the silent horseman went, like same... <br />If then the horse, too, was more blackish <br /> As homeless thoughts over sad- knight... <br /> <br /> What the smallest birdie could do of a garden <br />She sang in the afternoon and night by ear her thin. <br />So, did light for a sympathetic the fan of red rose, <br />Look, morning has caught up, them, with white horse...<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/morning-white-horse/
