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Jan 2015
Her
Her!
She is the landing of moon-
On earth,
The tune-
Of an unheard instrument,
The taste-
Of what I can never hope to eat,
The sound of a blooming flower
And the touch, the sting
Of the most beautiful word.

Her!
She is the definition of poetry–
My destruction, my demise,
The echo-
Of a picture I can’t recall!
Her!
The silhouette-
Of someone I can’t remember,
The avatar-
Of my wildest dreams.

Her!
The reason why my harsh words
So easily– come out!
Her!
The perfect form of my taste.
Her!
The grandiose meaning of my love.
Her…
The shape of my fire,
The embodiment of my flames.
Kushtrim Thaqi
Written by
Kushtrim Thaqi  Prizren, Kosovo
(Prizren, Kosovo)   
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   Ocean Blue, stéphane noir and SPT
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