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şeirlər poems
HOMELAND
Mountain in front of me looked like Kapaz,
I awfully longed for you, Homeland
Every inch of the land I wander in strange land,
Is a needle beneath my foot, Homeland.
A flock of cranes passed before my eyes,
My eyes stared into the roads.
The flock moved away, I lost the sight of it
Ways were blocked, stayed folded...
They are vanished in snow-white paths,
As those roads would take me to your arms.
Those, memories of homeland,
Would turn into sword and strip my skin off.
When I remember, I almost flare up,
My scarlet, green bed was left on the mountains.
My mother passed away too early,
She did not know, my milk share was left in her breast.
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