The Soul is a White Swan A moonless night, A street lamp flickers Through the thick fog. On a nearby

ALFA E OMEGA JE TI Sa pak duhet, sa pak, Veç një fjalë ku parfumon jetë, E shpirti gjen lumturinë.

  The Poet’s Love Love. In every blink of my soul, I breathe love. It flows in my veins, it’s

The House ​The petals are dry. And the house, right in front of me. ​My lungs come to a halt

  Penelope in Pamvotida The little bee saw her white five-petaled lilies. They perfume her innocence it is not naivety

Let My Child Live How could any mother ? Ever gets so terrified From her own brother And how much

SHEPHERD Before the mystic silence of thy sheltering ardour and grandeur too meagre and meaningless my fears. Yet dreams that

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Tamikio L. Dooley is a multi-award-winning author. She is the author of 170 titles and 125 published books. The author