Kremtuem gjith natën i ri e i vjetër kohën
që vdiq e vrame në mue.
E thanë: askush s’do të lypi gjak
për të.

Ajo nuk ishte festë, por drekë!

Në mëngjes mbas dere qentë
me sy keqardhës e të butë
nuk pritshin eshtna, por mue
me u nisë me ta shtigjeve bri lumit

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