Lekë Loshi

Mixed were our passions
When we so simultaneously met
It was as if we were meant
Like beige and silk for fashions
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I see you stranger
Pique runs through your tears
Might have had a couple of beers
‘Cause your soul’s in danger
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I remember those young days
When I used to love the breeze
Or when I was amazed
Due to curiosity
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The rain swells the streets with its horrid tears
It drowns us in sadness with its thin trickles of water
Oh, how I wish it was hotter
How I wish you were near
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I recollect those days
As the sun’s rays were haemorrhaging with rage
Our friendship was aging
I came through that stage
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Drunk from the wine of day
And from the sorrows of tomorrow
I haven’t found the right words to say
Or the form of courage I may borrow
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I.

Numb, from head to toe
Engorged by the electric flow
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The coroner passed me the shovel
In the dark draped mirrors
The trees were raped by the winds
Tangle and dwindle my already shaken mind
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Bright, young dreams, flourished in the blossom
An old and beautiful orchard its mother
Ideas smother into form, the motherly tree stained by splotches of her lucid dream
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How can you deny
My humble wish to fly?
Beyond all matter and resolve
Above all beings and their norm
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Asylums of light shift the shade of perception
Sky shines blue with silhouettes
Grinding the leaves of misconception
Burning the papers of copious regrets
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What happened to my feathers?
I’m chained, torn in fetters
Once again, that wish denied
My humble wish to fly
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You love the smell of fresh paint on your mirror
To release you from this hell
The line is the white saint that makes life clearer
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When I look at blue, innocent skies
I can’t help but think of your dilated eyes
Or when I see a couple that lovingly embrace
All I think of is your luminescent face
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What amazement I suffer!
When looking at your peaks,
The sun winks at me
With half knitted, weary eyes
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How can I pacify?
The wicked war within me
I am cruel, void, and timid
And all of these vices
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His soul rested
The slings and arrows of misfortune
Have laid it to rest
All his powers invested
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Have you ever wanted to know what life is?
And from all the roads you take
All the days you pass in bliss
Is it all a mistake?
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