by Fahredin Shehu
Now I walk in the dusk of the century
Walking on a bones and eating fruits of the bloodshed
of past
present and
future
For a myriad time I plead minds of mortals
And for a myriad and one time my voice returned as an arrow hitting my being the painful truth of shame
Suddenly an angel appeared blessing my mourns washed by tears of the child immaculate weeping in the recess of my heart
Again I was ashamed with the constant blossoming question;
Why I'm human today my Lord?
From:
Kosovo
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FAHREDIN SHEHU
Last updated November 09, 2011