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Sep 2016
My name has been written
in a piece of letter,
waiting for me
to come
for a warm conversation.
I was lost...
I was swimming into the imagination
of the melancholy.
Leaves were embraced in the street.
It was autumn.
That tree has got red hair...
In her hair I found a photo.
I found you memory.
I looked back on the portret of
that girl with red hair.
Her hair was a leaf from that tree,
waiting for other leaves for company.
It was her...
the girl who waits for me.
Oriada Dajko
Written by
Oriada Dajko  Albania
(Albania)   
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