Too close to hear the strings
As they sound like heart-beats
And break like pearl-shells,
I used to put on my neck as a lace of hopes.
We pass through the times
Where leaves of sadness start to riffle.
Being shadows of frames here and now,
We share the love of wisdom.
The distance is never known till we are ill,
It’ll neither end, nor will it start itself.
Till ashes fade away in the darkness
And fear shivers visions of men.
Fingers go on playing the “Nocturne Regrets,”
“The Moon Sonnet.”
And I see shadows of men
Blown up in the flames of dreams
Longing for the living, asking for a chance.
Here we move on from back to front, from front to back
Like tango dancers legs, step by step
We beautify the universe.
And a little yellow leaf swirling gently around my knees
Makes me smile and my dreams are still alive.
Tamar Gvelesiani comes from Tbilisi, Georgia. By profession she is a doctor and art historian. Tamar has graduated from Tbilisi State Medical University, faculty of Medicine and from Ivane Javakhishvili Tbilisi State University (TSU), Faculty of Humanities, Art History and Theory (BA). At the time she is a PhD student in the field of cardiac surgery at Tbilisi State University.