Ruziyeva Sevinch
Please excuse me for a moment
How the time flies
In my mind or apart from me
How am I feeding the world?
As I think, my dreams are far away
The winds blow and play the notes
In which note, in which rhythm
Actually, in whose hands is it?
My imagination is confused because I can’t understand myself
Dreams seem to be connected to the universe
My feelings seem to be in the silence
The sea is floating in my mind.
Ex these dreams invite sadness
What he wants, what he wants
The fire burning my heart
When does it sound, when does it stop?
Ruziyeva Sevinch
Born in 2007 in Surkhandarya region