The Wave
written by: Tamar Gvelesiani
@Tako165
On the beach, standing on knees,
make a wish, then just blow it to the wind,
the stormy colours of the sea,
will fill the waved area for your surround.
Show me the beauty of your soul,
made of iron, mostly made of gold,
clear the sound of your breath,
make sure I can feel the rest.
On the beach make a wish,
there is enough space to breathe deep,
I don’t even watch you now,
you will no more feel that pain.
Airy wave hits your face,
it looks like all your life,
your failures, rise and pride,
all in one wave is being 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.
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