My Pillow Is An Endurance, Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

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My pillow is an endurance,
My secrets the pillow shares,
On it were painted
Colorful flowers,
Every night I water
The sad flowers
With tears of my eyes
Would laugh the buds.
Every day I make
A compromise with night
The tolerance ending
The missing leaks tick-tick.
Scared from this noise
A flight the butterfly'd take
Sitting on the flower
Leaking down my tears,
Would make a little pool.
Being tired of my grieves
The flowers float joyfully
Down on the streams.
Not a single sign,
Was left on the pillow.
Now I'm still wandering
On the desert of love,
Its tolerance being ended
One day it drowns me too
Into the flood of missing, so.