Tema: Poezi Për Ëndrra dhe Shpresë

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Time is, I am afraid of,
most probably, I will be harshly punished ,
perhaps it will tantalize me,
continuously, wants me to leave.

Yes,
I am not a man, with verses feelings ,
neither sonnets of beauty,
at me, live more monsters,
have arrested me, I '' best '' of greedy.

Paperwork is,
behold, there on the table stands,
clean, written on parchment ,
It causes consciousness pain.

Threatened I am,
tomorrow , conditions me,
crown of hysteria with many traces,
who knows, maybe has anathematized my being !

You, says you are cheated,
addicted by the taste of wealth,
your insensitivity skin,
have been sold, to night devils.

Waves of life, call me,
secretly to leave away to the darkness,
wealth, must give to needy ,
in morning full moon , to ask mercy.

In the room, there they are, children, family, me,
have value, rather than gold, money value papers,
my chest faced drama, I put away wealth,
to needy, orphans, unknown friends.

I fell on my knees, I wish to forgive me, Great God,
I have sinned please forgive me, tears raids,
these are the words of sincere penitent,
please do not turn me, I'm Your creature.

-I increased white veil , deeply have contrite -

Blessed day, brought spiritual relief,
in me, the living dream,
is planted kindly, in my heavenly body,
for the first time, feelings migrate happy.

Now,
Creature I am, in Alighieri’s purgatory,
One more step, walking towards unending light,
I hope, ask for forgiveness,pray, repent,
Almighty will lead me from Purgatory to Divine highness,
will meet the light arms of the angels,
the place of eternity, is built in paradise.

- poezi nga Tyran Prizren Spahiu


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