Who are you?
Tell me where you hide your soul?
I want to have a fleck of it.
The azure of the sky is paler now;
The stars wrapped around as a veneer.
Are you the dream of tomorrow's liberty
Knitted in the strength of certainty?
Crystals of earth in fire tempered,
One above the other,
Strikingly chilled by the tears of the Misery.
Shenim: Perkthim i poezise "Kulla Eiffel" e botuar me 2007
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