My World - Anonymous

Say goodbye to our courtyard.

Tomorrow we’re setting out on the road,

leaving our little courtyard to be demolished.

Our childhood will never return.

The tired dust settles

on the window in mourning for the house.

I draw in it on the glass,

goodbye my little world.

Spring rests on the steps,

there are so many songs and words on spring,

I just want you to blossom –

goodbye mama of the cats.

Trash near the window warms the bones.

The old hut leaned,

I’m in love with this courtyard’s junk,

good trash – I wish you too goodbye.

On the window in mourning for the house

the tired dust settles:

I draw in it on the glass –

goodbye my little world. 

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Anonymous child (20th century) Turkmenistan

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Source: Index on Censorship, Volume 35, Issue 3 (2006) [from Sage Publications]