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Periskopi(2 years ago)
(2 years ago)Shukrije Ramadani has dedicated poetry to her husband, hero Agim Ramadani, on the 25th anniversary of his fall. Full poetry: On your 25th anniversary, your Murana is I.. . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Full poetry:
On your 25th anniversary.
It's me.
I cut your clothes like my pain,
With tears I cleaned and blood and said I washed
As the light of the eye, the smile was on the shelf of the soul I saved!
No flowers I've never come, and I've never called two bans like a bride of loyalty and love!
Both the silt oaks shake me like a pairel wire, and your sweet sound neʹgurating water, my body numbs from my arm's weight on my waist.
The wind plays with the luxuriant trees of the light fingers into my full petal hair.
With your hands kissing me so often, today, you choose flowers for your grave! Soon I cover the earth so that I can't see the soil so that blood can absorb it more than love!
With anguish of heart in silence cry out; Get up! I'm afraid the black shit still runs our land!
Wake up, because tight clothes are being cut off from their homeland, come here to still the fury of the storms!
