staggered terraces
Of climbing wisteria
I measured your story
and listen to, mouth cuckoo.
Not knowing your verses,
But love Source,
I knew without words
Your future crib.
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I have seen, than Tiflis
Withheld on slopes,
I saw the distance and nearby
Circles under the apricot.
He was in full plummet,
How to book a frontispiece,
In the language of miracles
Brushes used up drain.
On the slopes bloomed anise,
AND, vysyas pyramid,
Looked down
Gardens Mount David.
I saw the gleam Svettsov
Between tubs with oleander,
And I saw the night: reader
Last Star folïantom.