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şeirlər poems

MY FRIEND...

My friend, in days without love
Even a slope feels like an uphill.
From grieving, mourning,
Familiar voices, faces,
Grumbling, tattling
Man feels tired hearing nonsense.
And l can recognize the grief in your face.
The sadness pouring out your eyes
Reminds me the sadness of my own
And every burning grief in your eyes
Followed by smooth rain
Rain comes
Pack up your things
Let us go
Go back to the shelter of lost words!..

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