THE OLD CREDITOR (Zveli mevale)
If I’m turned out
Of this space
By your “afterwards”,
“Tomorrow”, and “later”,
I’ll shut my eyes,
And wait at your door,
Like a lender,
Like an old creditor…
I’ll open my eyes,
And look deep
Into your face,
I’ll reveal
The veiled secret,
And say my say…
Tsira Gogeshvili
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