One lonely snowflake
Falls from the only cloud.
From her no more letters I see.
I've sent her poems.
She read slowly.
What's that about? - a question with a sandwich in her arm.
Middark murky sky,
The snow on the branch,
The cigarette froze in a hand.
Translated and adapted by George Ahvlediany.
Three haikus of love
© Copyright: Теймураз Твалтвадзе, 2017
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