To Prishtina

In misty dawns

You resemble the lass

Waiting all night for her lover to come

Shootings defy the peace

At the gray daybreak at nightfall

While lovers sneaking

Quench their lust on magic beds

Prishtina

I hear your breath on your bosom

Pounding of evening footsteps

When a black robe is laid over shoulders

I feel your childbearing pain

In the veins of my blood

Laying wounded and dragging

At the Press Palace Ulpiana Sunny

Hill Dardania

And I fear Prishtina

For the dawns evenings lusts pain

And I fear Prishtina

For F r e e d o m.

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