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WHEEL OF LIFE MARLENE PASINI ( MEXICO ) In the immense wheel of life the world turns and the souls go on their long journey in their eternal silent search to find the peace that cannot be felt under the shadow of the days A light breeze between pines andContinue Reading

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A LAVISH PRESENT by Nilufar Khalimova Salimjon and Salimakhan are siblings.They were born in one day.Twins’s parents celebrate their birthday with their relatives every year. Twins will take stepseight years old this year. Relatives come to congratulate Salimjon and Salima one after another with this relation. They gave boy’s present to Salimjon,Continue Reading

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My teacher whose study room is bright Quiet night. The stars tell their lullaby, Moon listens to the tales of the sleepy sky. Wails the breeze playing music, saying goodbye, To the latest stars, cradling them with tie. The world rests, only you are left, My dear teacher, whose classroomContinue Reading

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UKTAMOYs (Uktamoy Khaldorova) Writings. MY MISSING My missing that has grown green, In a mortar the night is grinding less. Blending deep in the rose flowers I would like to rest with the leaves I like to swing hanging the robe On the pleasant flavor of serine I would likeContinue Reading

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Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be lovedContinue Reading

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The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious Volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, Rapping at my chamber door. “‘Tis someContinue Reading

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Depression in Saint-Méloir-des-Ondes James Davis May The donkey my daughter loves cannot reach the flowers that grow in the film of soil the ocean breeze has lifted to the roof of the barn. We don’t know what they’re called and speak too little of the language to ask the farmhandContinue Reading

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SELLER Writer: Munavvara Usmonova, Translator: Nilufar Khalimova I worked in a household service house which is situated in Marhamat district. That day, I returned home after buying necessary items from the stalls that is located near our office. I was happy that the merchant woman, whom I had become familiarContinue Reading