Mirror
The
quiet night with the stars
It
is blowing melankoli wind
Gazing
the night
through the window,
Suddenly
I heard a voice
As
if I was sleeping ...
as
suddenly .... I woke up
looked
around ... I'm alone
Window
was closed
Semi
dark room.
There
is the mirror in my hand
Clear
as tears-drop
Just now I have understood
as
my dreams....
It
was the starly night,
I
was looking to the star....
as first moment of my life...
I
knew ...how that day ,
The
first day .... which I stepped ,
It
would be the wayfellow
for
me to the endless...
It
turns out .... this mirror was
just
one moment
which
was a dream
and
the life I lived ...
....
there was a dream in the mirror
looking
from outside ,
it
was said: putting the life and the mirror
face
by face....may be madness...
No
i'm not crazy
Simple...
I got crazy from the past....
Every time, in childhood,
took
the mirror and
thought every moment :
My
God ... give me life
like
clear mirror.
how
would I know ...
that
the mirror will be like
that gloomy mirror ....
The
life I dreamed of ...
It
would be so sad ...
If
I knew the end ...
it
would be so sad
I
wouldn't take the mirror
in
my hand from childhood
I
would not ask the God
clean
mirror for the life !!!
My Only Breath
The
breath gives life to the man,
Let
God blesses the breath...
There
is a reason for every breath ...
Let
God blesses the reason...
The
man is nothing without breath
Only
one existence
May
replace the breath for endless...
This
is interesting that,
Which
existence,
may
replace my breath ...
Of
course, my children ...
Is
my only breath ...
my
daughter ...
or
my son...
an
existence that lets me breathe....
And
İ try to protect
and
save this breath
I
would like to say a word ...
to
all of you ... my children ...
When
will I stop breathing ,
Do
not think that I died ...
As
long as you are alive
Know
what, I also live...
I'll
be alive to the endless
Only
with yours breath !!!
Death Hour ....
Give Me Chance ...
I
am trying all the life ,
Death
hour ....give me chance ...
There
are so many things to do ...
Death
hour ....give me chance ...
My heart is so broken
Death
hour ....give me chance ...
All
my wishes,
I
would like to see .
Death
hour ....give me chance ...
I
am on half way of my life,
I'm
on hands of dreams
Death
hour ....give me chance ...
let
me get to my children' dreams,
to
live these moments... please
Death
hour ....give me chance!!!
Ismayilova Mesme
Aliyulla kizi
Ismayilova Mesme
Aliyulla kizi.:
She was born in Azerbaijan. She is Azerbaijani and live in Baku - the capital of Azerbaijan. High educated. She
is 56 . Married and have two children: son and daughter . She works as a
teacher at Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University.