A poem ©by Mari Khelashvili
I saw the light gates
I heared someones’ breath like a heavy wind
I heared the joy of birth
I saw the light gates, shadows were floating between them
I saw the beauty tired apart, cold trees in the night warm
He swam through the dry waterfall, rude, without passion
Lips were dry, I see the gates are closing
My head touched the ground
Soil was dry.
