Vasil Marku Quotes
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A soft rain is falling down across my brain
And the time of thoughts, it's lightning
A piece of heaven runs out, and still I know
The tired clouds rain on tears...
I do not know whether it is spring or autumn
A meaningless season has in the midst got through
Somewhere grizzled hair nor all fallen down..
Somewhere wet grass beyond refreshed with dew...