The Heart of Tbilisi

My heart lies in the countryside under the Napa rainbow laying low. Big bright rolling valleys it has divide The woods through which we will go. I met an explorer near lake Bazaleti With a small cottage on a vast land The poor half-finished community in Svaneti made memorable moments more demand. My heart lies in Tbilisi with one more kiss build a wish to remove the blackening mist whose soulful cries brought tears to my eyes, they swept downwards like the wintry visit. Together we discover half-finished heaven, This ensemble of crafts in a crude cradle Perfectly finds the happiness of mind In rural nature define a portrait as permissible. That sheer breadth of beauty command, Countryside brands picturesque snow cap, Covered the Georgian mountain stand, Of scenic lakes asleep and wake in a quiet nap. Sundry variety of colours galvanized the look Of breath-taking beauty running into cliffs Fountain bliss, crisp with ageless water flock diffs down the slope of great granite rocks. My heart lies in that half-finished heaven This medieval land a most enchanting place, Locked in high demand with the mystery given Supra wine and the plate of nectar taste. They soak uptown, in Nana’s kitchen home Love has made the easiest way to get around Centuries of Kakheti wine becoming renown Trek through all the expansive places we found.