WITH MEASURE UPON MEASURE…
For the first time ever
The supposedly generous hearts appear
But everyone knows
The world is a lie
You will only be
With as many friends as enemies
Who loves and hates you?
Who trusts and betrays you?
Vain dreams fade
Wasted time invades
It embodies thought
For endless verses
With distant dreams of memories
Holdings of longing
And worship of happiness
To rise with measure above amorphous mass…
Poem by Marjeta Shatro Rrapaj
TË NGJASHME