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Tema: Poezi Për Gëzim


Please, do allow me
to drunk the troubled soul of mine
embrace the golden rays!
I see, under my window is
sitting on the cold midnight rock
poverty has abandoned, the abducted old man
smoking is inherited pipe
fumes wave, the only companions
tonight, there, I would like to toast!
I have to invite
blood, my flesh, successors
wish the best to old man‘s coming New Year
ehh..I know
in space we are a momentum!
I do wonder
If, he has someone
being afraid, right to ask maybe I do not have
rich with kids, yes, I am
again and again I do pray
let us enrich tonight, his, the midnight fiesta.
they came, sitting next to me, near the old man
ah...the poor regime
the youth has sacrificed for it,
eh, rugged, tear drops
he, The Mausoleum
the only toast would like have
New Year's Eve, only with him
I WANT to be with!

- poem written by Tyran Prizren Spahiu

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