Tuliyeva Sarvinoz
The past is easy in my breath without you,
My day turned into a dark night.
Longing roamed the garden of the heart,
My night is passing without finding you.
Writing poetry, searching the heart,
Let’s remember the past.
He wears the lamp of regret,
Crying is stupid.
I will pour my heart out to you and empty the sack,
Don’t let my feelings go to waste.
I smile, like a mountain next to me
You – be my root, let me live.
Tuliyeva Sarvinoz
Uzbekistan
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