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MuseA Poem by kushtrimthaqiYou hair is winter fireJanuary embers,the smell of unborn petalsyou are a breathtakerThe wind of Februarythat chill touchyou are the blizzardthat has .. |
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To a friendA Poem by kushtrimthaqiMy friend,when i get old…If, i have the privilegeto get old,i would like to meet you.On a sunday morningin the cobbled streetsof our townor, at.. |
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Late ConfessionsA Poem by kushtrimthaqiBy the sun and by the moonand by the morning that never comesby the light that kills the darknessI swear, I have never loved!Never in my life I have c.. |
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Tonight, i wont write about love!A Poem by kushtrimthaqiTonight,I wont write about love.No, not tonight.Tonight I will writeabout the silent skyand the moon,that on his chest he holds.I will write about thi.. |
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