Every written work has a title,Inside it holds joys, love, and pain.You are the title of the blessed novel,That my little family wrote over the years.***
To my mother




Every written work has a title,Inside it holds joys, love, and pain.You are the title of the blessed novel,That my little family wrote over the years.***
Mother Gji - lan * (Gjilan) - To Dardania – a ballad - There was a mother, there was a sister, Soul like a river, hair of gold... She hurried through the house and hearth, The mother of King Longar.*…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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