My heart is broken, my heart longs for something,
I have been honest without you.
Even my four-line poem sounded like a poet.
I have taken life as it is.
Life is short, the road is lonely, and the heart is not full of love.
Your eyes do not shoot arrows; the heart does not find pleasure.
I try everything, but my heart does not
You can live without love, you cannot live without poetry.
Uzbekistan
Navai region
Halima Vahobjonovna
16 year




