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		<title>Sixteen-Age: A Poem from Uzbekistan</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Who says that the autumn is poor like a yellow leaf? Look at the yellow leaf objectively, Live looking for beauty in the world, Like the girl who says that existence is a miracle. &#160; Sixteen Age Today is a simple dawn of golden autumn, The sound of life is heard around, All people hurry &#8230;</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'book antiqua', palatino; font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Who says that the autumn is poor like a yellow leaf? Look at the yellow leaf objectively, Live looking for beauty in the world, Like the girl who says that existence is a miracle.</strong></span></p>

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				<h4>Mokhira Eshpulatova</h4>Mokhira Eshpulatova is an Uzbek writer and poetess. She was born in Khatirchi district of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Navoiy_Region">Navoiy region</a>, Republic of Uzbekistan on October 25, 1995. She graduated from Navoiy Pedagogical University. By profession she is a teacher of Uzbek language and literature.
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<p><span style="font-size: 36pt;"><strong><em>Sixteen Age</em></strong></span></p>
<p><em>Today is a simple dawn of golden autumn,</em></p>
<p><em>The sound of life is heard around,</em></p>
<p><em>All people hurry to their study and work,</em></p>
<p><em>For them, today is a simple dawn of autumn.</em></p>
<p><em>But for this girl, today is not a simple day,</em></p>
<p><em>Happiness in her heart moves to her face,</em></p>
<p><em>Today she is celebrating her sixteenth birthday,</em></p>
<p><em>“Sixteen Age,” she said looking at her autumn.</em></p>
<p><em>Of course!</em></p>
<p><em>Autumn is only hers,</em></p>
<p><em>Trees shed their leaves on her way,</em></p>
<p><em>Spring, summer painted whole world with flowers,</em></p>
<p><em>Only for today!</em></p>
<p><em>Who says that the autumn is poor like a yellow leaf?</em></p>
<p><em>Look at the yellow leaf objectively,</em></p>
<p><em>Live looking for beauty in the world,</em></p>
<p><em>Like the girl who says that existence is a miracle.</em></p>
<p><em>***</em></p>
<p><em>I tore the letter that you had written for me,</em></p>
<p><em>Playful winds took it away,</em></p>
<p><em>I wiped the tears in my eyes,</em></p>
<p><em>But they remain in my heart.</em></p>
<p><em>I tore the letter that you had written for me,</em></p>
<p><em>Its pieces cried and groaned.</em></p>
<p><em>They said, I am a piece of broken heart,</em></p>
<p><em>And they win over my proud.</em></p>
<p><em>I tore the letter that you had written for me,</em></p>
<p><em>***</em></p>
<p><em>You are filling in my eyes,</em></p>
<p><em>And leaning against my eyelashes,</em></p>
<p><em>When suddenly my eyes meet your eyes,</em></p>
<p><em>I fear that you pour.</em></p>
<p><em>You are filling in my eyes,</em></p>
<p><em>Like fifteen days silver Moon,</em></p>
<p><em>Like a drop of dew in the clover-field,</em></p>
<p><em>Like a mother who is ready to nurse her baby.</em></p>
<p><em>You are filling in my eyes,</em></p>
<p><em>The heart, not distance is closer,</em></p>
<p><em>You feel my feelings.</em></p>
<p><em>But, you are pity for me and you are tormenting yourself,</em></p>
<p><em>You are moving away from me…</em></p>
<p><em>Oh, you are tormenting me and you are pity for yourself,</em></p>
<p><em>You are filling in my eyes.</em></p>
<p><em>_______________________ </em></p>
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