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My God where is my God
to shorten my equal distances
of my vertical invisible walks around a daily
circle of naked objects
Just as they have tied in a pole the horse's head
dead in an afternoon in June

Who wrote this fate for me
to walk, walk and only walk
with the eager vision to see the end
of a fate that has begun centuries ago
crumbling over innocence
Where is my God, Oh God
I am not worried any more with daily chores
with sad words encompassed in the abyss of solitude
of this queen that is swallowing humans and fate
and are never written her tragic acts.




Naim Kelmendi, Prishtina, Kosovo

       Translated by Peter Tase, Milwaukee, Wisconsin



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