Dosimova Madina
By: Dosimova Madina
Who showed me the flower?
My boy has faded,
My beautiful violet,
Killed without a smile.
Whom did I touch,
They took revenge for me.
wilting my flowers
They stayed in Uvoli.
My grandfather saw my flower garden,
A broken flower was plucked.
The eyelids are married,
Suddenly an eyebrow twitched.
Gently caress my flowers.
Put the garden in order,
Broken flower stalks.
He tied it to a thread.
I watered the flower garden,
The flowers also raised their heads,
From the sky radiating light,
Grandfather sun licked.
In many strange worlds,
A lot of lying down,
Some to my life.
He will immediately enter and drown.
From such a depraved mind,
Let him protect us.
God bless them.
The true word of Medina.
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