Occupy Poetry

Mistaken

BY Shkendije Hoda

I was mistaken that your birth and your life
Are a crown for me,
Without meeting in the crossroad.
With feelings I created landscapes,
Your eyes with in the broken hollow
Perhaps you were born for me
And I in the hell of love
Did not embed my face.

From: 
Gjakova

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