..take a look, quality prose is interned
poetry lives under terror
eh, the affectionate letter
you, the queen, being copying everywhere!

They
named you, the concrete
became friend with asphalt
your stone is co-passenger
saying, we are strong
kicked we have the cobblestones.

No, you damned, no
with weak virtue armed you are
being embroidered with medieval times
you do not understand the wickedness of jealousy
you are just a simple nature breeze.

Know
knitted I am with eternity
cleansed of sins
the devils of the time gone are
I am calm, inspired by the golden letters
I, myself, the POETRY.

My body one day will be rotten
the skull loses its splendor
the black granite will recall
The Bohemian of KOSOVA !