I have invented fine garden of grief, <br /> But there true flowers blossomed... <br /> From tears has raged pure azure lake, <br />Precisely such colour, as your eyes like <br /> <br />Warned to me, about the severe days <br /> Scared the white butterflies of valley... <br />For the snowflakes is very lovely <br />But feelings him- left to heavens... <br /> <br />I have invented fine garden of grief.<br /><br />Tsira Gogeshvili<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-garden-12/
