Uktamoy Khaldorova

Rookie (2 January. / Uzbekistan)

The Words Bled - Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

The words bled in my throat,
It would bleed out in my heart.
In order not to let them out,
I bit them with my teeth hard.
My woes twist to the sky,
Should I love the desire?
Is a stonehearted I strive?
I wanted to fly with straws,
At the missing wiping my tear.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012

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