Mother
Each of your grays is one of my days
In your deepened wrinkles, my anxieties rest
In your smiles, the storms of my joy
Each of your words, a step of my tomorrow ...
Përparim 1994
In your deepened wrinkles, my anxieties rest
In your smiles, the storms of my joy
Each of your words, a step of my tomorrow ...
Përparim 1994
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