Resort roMen

I don't know what and how*
But her penny was gone.
It seems like a trifle, nonsense,
but in the cabin, silence.

Straining, you screamed
choking on the wave.
Your woman was wet
Not recognizing emptiness
 
I looked under the seat
sweat came out from the heat.
She wrote in telegram / MEN,
what would send greens.

                * translation from Uzbek


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