Yearning For Its Flowers Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

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Yearning for its flowers, spring will return,
If miss their pillows the dreams will return.
I am missing you, my darling like the sky.
If I return, in my sky the birds will die.

Cranes come and go for thousands of times.
The heated blood would return in veins
To the longing eyes the tears would return
We can't return, the roads are narrow, my pains.

Hoping to return Is like binding weeds.
Like a shabby house, I have evaded it.
Putting my ears at a late missing too
I have become a missing myself, indeed.