At the moonlight all sparkles the white-silvery... <br /> <br /> But only favourite's understands to colours <br /> <br />Pink rose has turned pale to red and burn's, <br /> <br />Under heavenly bells so dream will be born..<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-heavenly-bells/
