Asror Allayarov


At my forward

Who is going away,
At my forward
Who has highest imagine than mine.
His destroys are on my hand,
Of course, its discoveries are still on my dreams.
I know,
Lucky person,
You are thinking too
Who is going away
To your forward
His destroys are on your hand,
And his discovered on your dreams.
Go ahead!
Stronger than me,
Clever than me.
Never stop,
Thatís Ok.
If you look back
My eyes crashed yours,
My heart stops striking with shame,
Go ahead!
Donít stopÖ
Donít stopÖ

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(Published in Kafla Intercontinental - Summer 2013)