Ziyoyeva Iroda (Poem)
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The sun sinks on the horizon, twilight in my heart,
A familiar flute melody rings slowly.
A silent rebellion awakens in my body,
It glows like a mirror from afar.
The full moon comes flowing from the streams,
And even passes open windows.
Looking at my face when my hair is wiped out,
"Let me take it away."
-Behold, the garden beyond the mountains in the distance,
There is a beautiful land.
At every house there are white dreams,
A lover in love is longing for you.
And this zayil will connect my nights to the morning,
On these lonely nights I listen to a fairy tale.
Every evening full moon guest hall,
From an unknown lover.
Ziyoyeva Iroda
Uzbekistan
Master of Denov Institute of Entrepreneurship and Pedagogy
A familiar flute melody rings slowly.
A silent rebellion awakens in my body,
It glows like a mirror from afar.
The full moon comes flowing from the streams,
And even passes open windows.
Looking at my face when my hair is wiped out,
"Let me take it away."
-Behold, the garden beyond the mountains in the distance,
There is a beautiful land.
At every house there are white dreams,
A lover in love is longing for you.
And this zayil will connect my nights to the morning,
On these lonely nights I listen to a fairy tale.
Every evening full moon guest hall,
From an unknown lover.
Ziyoyeva Iroda
Uzbekistan
Master of Denov Institute of Entrepreneurship and Pedagogy
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