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Rexhep Morina Jan 2015
Broken, alone I am left,
Tears I shed,
The pure transforms into blood red.

I can't say that I made it,
I deserted it,
In a desert of memories I am left with.

My sight blurred,
My love unsure,
A sickness without a cure.

Left with the vision of your unspeakable beauty,
I ache for the piece that you took from me,
In a world of darkness you are the only light I see.
Dedicated to something that I had, but lost.

— The End —