By Ergasheva Mashkhura
I felt the rain,
What else could I do!
It is my friend,
It is my companion,
It is my fellow-traveller
on my way.
The city is quiet and sadly,
No one can graft on it!
The lights have no time
for twisting.
I am waiting with
an umbrella in my hand,
an umbrella in my heart...
I am going to your door
my oriental robe is wet!
My heart is wet!..
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Ergasheva Mashkhura was born in 1998 year Republic of Uzbekistan,Samarkand region, Nurabad district. She is a student (Samarkand State of University, Faculty of Philology). Her poems have been published on the site- Dilimiz va Edebiyatimiz and others.
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