Për Fahredin Shehun

(Kushtuar Fahredin Shehut për poezinë "A honeycomb")
 

I was doubting whether to raise my hand to call your name,

As it for me would be fame, while for you a shame.
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I was thinking deeply whether to join or not,

But I am too afraid I might get a shot.
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I was planning to draw myself by you,

But for sure the pen would get a flu.
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I was laughing melancholically for the poetry was in a level of high,

Then it stoppped me laugh, and constantly made me cry.
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I must now say goodbye,

Cause any additional word would be a lie...
  

Arthifikanti, 20.08.2009