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MY SOUL WANTED IT TO BE YOU
Amb. Diana Mehmeti
Desire for you autumns over the eyebrow, Without a grain of it I have not aged,
The rain of tears hanging on the trellis, Pours the gaze like untamed water.
Where are you – after the dream you became a butterfly With white wings of migration?
I am here like stale bread, Like a river, longing drowns me.
My lip trembles for a word, Only if you tell me I become an oak,
This crazy fire has a thorn in me, I don’t know how to glue the pieces of the heart.
Only for a moment a wind blows, The door opened in fury… fury,
Nowhere did my poor mind go, My soul wanted it to be you.
The rain of tears hanging on the trellis, Pours the gaze like untamed water.
Where are you – after the dream you became a butterfly With white wings of migration?
I am here like stale bread, Like a river, longing drowns me.
My lip trembles for a word, Only if you tell me I become an oak,
This crazy fire has a thorn in me, I don’t know how to glue the pieces of the heart.
Only for a moment a wind blows, The door opened in fury… fury,
Nowhere did my poor mind go, My soul wanted it to be you.
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