How the glassware will burst
(- Poem from Lek Gjoka)
Girls wither if he is not irrigated to kiss the boy
These sweet creatures even melt fake kisses
Melt like frost in a heated July body
Dissolve in the arms of the boy, as the third day of the moon.
To see the girl's heart, like glass
This makes the boy's things look look
It is a soft heart that ignites
Pure love of snow, as hot as fire! .
Girls always wither
If they do not irrigate the boy's lips
Sometimes irrigation, temporary poisoning
And the heart, like glassware will burst! ..
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Lek Gjoka)
Jacksonville Florida
Take the poetic volume
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem