A third untitled poem ©by Mari Khelashvili.
Mari is a famous musician and artist from Tbilisi, Georgia.
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Randomly I start to think of dialogs
From the passed years
Puzzling the words they’ve said
I wonder what they meant.
My childhood dreams
Pop up in head
Why do I still remember them
I take one puff
close my eyes
Follow my trip
Where all the meanings triple
Left the walls
Soaked up in my obsessions
Just take a walk
Escape from questions
The road was long,
full of street cats
Their shameless gaze
Full of judgment
Makes me guilty
I never feed them
