By Islomjonova Munisa Isroiljon qizi
Young Poet, Uzbekistan
Student, Kasansay Specialized School
My longings have blossomed into buds tonight,
Every flower petal whispers your name.
Searching for you, it wandered through every street—
Leaving behind this lonely trembling heart.
A raindrop taps softly upon my window;
Is it a message from you, or merely a dream?
The simplest messenger of my heart remains
That little bird that once rested in your palms.
For it is you who loves the spring,
Who becomes intoxicated by the fragrance of flowers.
You who once burned in the fire of longing,
And who loves a dreamer, a girl like me.
For it is you, always—
The one who loves the spring.
