(Kushtuar Fahredin Shehut për poezinë "A honeycomb")

Për Fahredin Shehun



I was doubting whether to raise my hand to call your name,
As it for me would be fame, while for you a shame.
*
I was thinking deeply whether to join or not,
But I am too afraid I might get a shot.
*
I was planning to draw myself by you,
But for sure the pen would get a flu.
*
I was laughing melancholically for the poetry was in a level of high,
Then it stoppped me laugh, and constantly made me cry.
*
I must now say goodbye,
Cause any additional word would be a lie...

Arthifikanti, 20.08.2009
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