The Fragrance Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

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The fragrance of mint over covered
The scent of lakes shadowed by night.
Blocking the road of each passing by
Their melody the winds play high.

Being aware of a jolly celebration the moon
Would be hiding slowly in the water
Watching the sight from above a star's
Eyes would be scattering down from envy

In each line of their songs the poet-birds
Would distribute happiness to the grass
Behind a file of cotton weeds