Ornela Musabelliu
Disa njerëz janë si fluturat e natës: ushqehen me lotët e të tjerëve.
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Hurting
Your sadness ache’s me!
And the pain,
like a rusty blade poison my veins.
My soul bleeds,
when your eyes blur in memories.
Your untold words hurt me!
On your days - my lonely nights.
Përktheu: Dritan Kiçi
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