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şeirlər poems

REQUIEM

Man forgets everything,
Except the house where he was born,
His childhood
And his first love.
Bless this bread,
Bless this water,
This love and this land,
And bless this holy place.
My village – my eyes
Where l grew up like barley grass,
Rode a rushing horse.
My soul – my village
Where l started speaking in your arms,
Opened my heart to a lovely girl,
And rambled around fences.
He released me from homesickness,
Held me to his chest,
Took me in his arms,
Put me in his little bed like a baby,
And l passed through lonely silence.

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