Untitled Poem by Abitzhan Alimzhanov

Spring is leaving.
It's a shame...
The sun is baking...
How does it know
what is june today?
Literate steel and birds,
they sing differently since dawn.
The river became quiet
like a bridled horse.
Willows hid under a lush veil,
I listen, and the breeze brought me
'Your sonnet is being read by another.'
There's a secret hidden in a secret notebook
Who dared to look at him? !
Stealthily I will approach quieter than the wind,
Ooh brat
this is my youngest grandson!
When he grew up
even fell in love?
Sitting next to her, beaming with love.
spring leaves, with rains, flowers
in the heart of a young man awakening love.
As a child in the mirror
what I saw, so this is it - here,
One smile
like the wind swept everything up.
Well sonny
looking for yourself -
you won't find
further life -
with crooked mirrors
laugh room.