A place where spring has turned into dreams

The white look of the morning in my window,
The sun of my heart rises from afar.
There is beauty in this world,
Spring is on such a fire.

The place where tulips bloom on the shores,
This world will be more beautiful.
Wake up early, look at the trees,
Spring is on such a fire,

Spring is quiet in the bosom of dreams,
There are moonlit nights.
When I open my eyes everything is bright
A place where spring has turned into dreams.

 

No need

I don't listen to gossip.
It's a shame now.
No unnecessary words,
For my happy living.

Dear friend and brother,
Kindness is the best friend.
share your love
Always you always always.

When I look in the mirror, I see my reflection,
He tells me only the truth.
I will not give in to the test of life,
I don't know. I will never rest again.

Zarnigor Ubaidullayeva Azizkulov, daughter of Ilhomjon, on January 29, 2005 Born in G’allaorol district, Jizzakh region. Currently a student of the 11th grade of school 54.