Poem
The poem that I didn’t write to you
(Dedicated to Mother)
By Dr. Terane Turan Rehimli - Azerbaijan
The poem that I didn’t write to you
Will destroy me inside of myself.
When I die it will fill into my spirit
And will leave inside of my body.
I shall leave injustice on my shoulders,
Neither the soil nor stone will know.
The spring and winter that I found in my love
Won’t be back forever.
The familiar faces of my friends
Will disappear in front of my eyes.
After you my spirit will look for
The word being worthy to you.
The poem that I didn’t write you
Will go down into the grave in secret.
You also won’t shed tears
To the poem that didn’t come to life.
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