Poetry from Ilyosova Zukhraxon

My mother ❤️

The pain of the world,
You swallowed, too, my mother .
The caregiver also did a great job,
Without a bone, Mom.

Well you go ,
Let's face it. 
The world without you is dark,
Light and sun you, mom.

How upset I was to you,
I'm sorry, if you can.
Life with you,
You have all the - all the power!

You call me my flower,
You are a basil, a lollipop.
If two worlds are not found,
Without my paradise you, my mother

✍ Ilyosova Zukhraxon

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