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Three Fives by Nine


1. You said: “Be!” and it became six times
2. the repetition of foreign genetic code.
3. The red dice I throw in the Sea of Galilee.
4. I saw senile while drinking the last absolute of life.
5. Nard, Amber, Jasmine, Cedre, Horse skin.
6. I also made an elixir of aromas- to wait
7. thus that multiple wing light
8. to transport me to the below Arctic
9. and from there to the tears that I alone must smell.



1. We tried to get drunk by dews and by drunkenness
2. our wine turned blood, until we got sick and
3. searching for the diluted ecstasy. We remained intoxicated
4. as those in love in the eyes of whom is visible only
5. the star distance, while cheeks are wet by tears and turn
6. to nacre. Here we are oh you Giants of Soul,
7. the God’s servants. Not like us, not like anyone else, but like you. The white
8. light while it enfolds you, while it covers
9. your rainbow color luminosity.



1. I saw them crying and crying I felt
2. in suspicion shall I preserve this
3. stream of love for all
4. worlds in order to keep the freshness like
5. dew drops when they moisten a bending
6. grass-leaves. Doves observing and
7. butterflies with fluttering wings only
8. temporarily showing their beauty so to
9. leave their vestige like poets leaves their verses.



 Fahredin Shehu, Pristina, Kosova





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