Edge

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Poems by Ndre Mjeda
Edge
The fields turn yellow, and the fields turn yellow
They are veiling like birds;
The villages with the mountains sing
Without remembering how the sun burned them
Vec n'at are, porsi nji e tretun
Black in clothes and in a dark face
Harvest a puppy without a friend, yourself
With its own shadow that takes it back

Next time three people third
Korrshe o bij me motra n'shend
How many years did I reap to find you
Without a sister, without merry.