I'M Going To Cry Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

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I'm going to cry like the heaven, mummy
The grieves are slipping out from my glances
My breast is covered by the cloud, dark is the cloud.

I want to beat my head at the feet of the tulips.
I would weep hanging on the neck of the willow.
Let thirsty hearts drink the tears of my heart.

I would weep pressing my face against the stars.
Telling my pains I cry again and again.
A wave of storm is coming flooding out my soul.

The tears flooding over my eyes are somebody's grieves.
Let the wind listen to the whisperings,
Pulling the magic music to its embrace.

The life of seeing and dating is short, long is my life
The pride has gone into the earth, I weep like the sky.
Then flying is possible with a light spirit high