MIRLINDA KOXHA

MIRLINDA KOXHA

COLL FOR THE LOVERS

As autumn leaves lieon  the ground.

I won't to sleep on the lukewarm....

the clutter stinks with fire.

To day i am writing from the bottom of the soul!

February adorned completely

With heort ond words, images

With red robe.....

They also require a day

To beautify the warld,

Just for a day to love...

even though somebody with a lump

of fever.

To a waken the feeling of love

Forever...

Can not stand this

beauti ful leaf.

Now this completely dried sound.

Form your Sights or world,

These sensations disconn

E cted from myself....

The female feeling strikes

hard

Aver these ...!

Repetition always

On the male side..

'You like me ,you like me'

I won't to uproot this word,

From my fading heort!

MIRACLES

On the vase moved,

I waved my hand

and courageous

hand embroidered,

In mind, I started to squeeze ...

Three verses on business,

where they were hiding

in the fabulous "oasis" ...

The miracles continued,

nice to spill:

"At the edge of the star ...

enchanted by the forest ...

a whole nature ... ".

I thought I forgot

since I started ...

A voice was released to me,

deep somewhere in me, ...

The miracle began,

Started the miracle, ...

Inside me

something was boiling,

all of a sudden ...

It seemed to me

that I was sleeping ... on fantasies

With my heart I felt

that I was grown ...

Touch with hands and mind

All Miracles ...

MY GREETING

I have the mon mon,

Skinned in the sky,

I proy to mother

Why didnot i sumbathe..

Ifi was sunny,

Up in blue,

I would like to have a bride

The nazi moon itself

Stones on the ring

I would have the star's...

MIRLINDA KOXHA