Uktamoy Khaldorova

Rookie (2 January. / Uzbekistan)

Wake Creeks Keep Chattering - Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova


Wake creeks keep chattering
They run nonstop deeply sweating
Being drunk from the fragrance
Facing up, ever keep meeting

Basil holding its perfume in its palms
Sprinkles at the breathers around
Without invitation the flowers enter
The window is as open as my heart.

The ants keep flying, enjoying
On the swing of the willows ring.
From heaven the men rays come,
In the embrace of water, dancing

The lightening breaking the nights breast
Is coming on the van thundering
The thunder is frightening the bud
Which opened it's eyes just peering.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, September 22, 2012

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