It’s a women empowerment month for me.
I really want that Uzbek creative minds join global voices and initiatives.
Dear Friends,
Please meet Uzbek poet Dilorom Murotova and make friends with her!
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The moon is an ancient melody
Mournful like my soul,
Like a raging river,
It passes me up
Like my grievous darling
Without any quarreling
The moon is an old-fashioned tune,
Unsatisfied like my heart,
Or a long groan of separation,
An obsolete tear of parting
Spilled on my eyelash
In a flash.
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