Autumn

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Poems by Ndre Mjeda
Autumn
And you are going,
Bylbyla, so!
You are digesting guinea pigs,
Swallow, you!

Dean I thought
Se m'vjen kurdo;
Se m'leni vetun
S'mendova, jo

But my heart is stronger
I'm angry:
Nursery qi i leave
My care.

Maybe, when you return
Mue vorri m'mba,
And you ask
Nursery qi s'a.