PUTHJA
Nje karafil i kuq ka mbire ne buzen tende
Petalet jane gati te bien ne gremine....
Renqethem e dridhem,me deh kjo arome mjalti
Marrosur versulem,si blete mbi jasemine.
Ti thithe e ti prese,por se petalet rane
Ne zemer tek ty,ne shpirt brenda meje
U mbushen me yje,u mbushen me dallge
Plot vetetima me drite rrufeje.
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