I'm writing. The venom's flowing out from me
But -- this poem doesn't wish to accept it.
Look here, I can hear it as a noise of the sea.
And I can't put it into my matter.
That wonderful boat is broken -- oh, Dear!
And to those who drown in their twaddle
It draws airy nereids on the gray of the sea --
Since they care only about the water.
Since they care only about the water
© Copyright: Теймураз Твалтвадзе, 2019
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