Tuliyeva Sarvinoz - Poem

I tell you only rain
The pain in me.
It's hard to keep a secret
He carves a pencil.
The rain will tell you a secret,
Wash away my sins.
The secret is written only in my hand
The rest of the paper crumpled and froze.
Well, I won't burden you,
I'll leave you alone, let it rain
To my mother in the village,
Just miss me.
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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.
She is the author of the poetry books "Song of Peace", "I am a Girl of Truth", "Morning Poem". Author of the creative collection "Nurli Izlar". About 100 creative works have been published in republican and foreign newspapers and magazines. His creative works and articles have been published in Russia, Turkey, Germany, USA, Kenya, Great Britain.