written by: Tamar Gvelesiani
The airplane we missed,
The letters you haven’t read,
I used my pen to say
Those exсuses, I had.
But time fastened me,
Like a hologram of your hand,
The possibilities I had,
Wishing to fly above my head.
I wanted to breathe the wind
of the human century’s progress,
Blowing like a puzzling dream,
Through the nights we missed, we felt.
The time sent to me
Has the smell of fastened belts,
I am given a second to dream,
And a moment to reach the hell.
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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