I'Ve Died - Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova
I've died before missing did,
I‘ve died before suffering so.
At my state the rain is weeping,
But for you I am weeping now.
My feelings fell down with a pour,
At this night I flew turning into a bird.
From the entrance you came not,
There came the flavor of the love, a lot.
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