Arianita Hoxha Poezi
Sunday, December 28, 2014
Kjo cigare
Cigaren ndez ulur e menduar
Me veshtrim larg tretur pa kufi
Ky tym dhomen ma ka rrethuar
Si nje re qe shpesh kthehet ne shi
Rrugen vizatoj ashtu e heshtur
E un ne caste i harrova te tera
Nder mend me vjen ti duke qeshur
E melankolike sot s'di pse u bera
Te kujtova sot se me mungove
Te thirra e u mundova te te preke
Si vegim mes tymit ike u largove
E kjo cigare doren po ma djege
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