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Giorgi Zubitashvili

I can no longer find the sheets to write a new poem. It means I write too much. I just do not know what my life would be like without poetry, every second I think of poetry, I - a village boy with the sun falling on the heart of the hand. If I really want to think about another topic, at least in the end I go to poetry, the poem is deeply rooted in my thinking, on the one hand, it is all a card, but it is difficult to draw the verse. People think verse is simple words, but for me it is not. There were two births in my life, one - of a human, the other - the first birth of a poet on December 12, 2001 in the city of Kvareli, and the second - in the floodplain of Chelta, Milda. The morning tends and from that moment poetry begins, the night and even then does not leave the verse. I have collected most of my poems in the Celtic Swamp as wildflowers for Larnaca, which was given to me for poetry. Giorgi Zubitashvili Mountain Poet 24.06.2019 / 13: 38 more…

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