MOUNTAIN SILENCE
The lyres, head to head,
Like eagles in a stormy sky,
Mourn the silence...
With the mountain,
An ancient, eternal grandfather, they commune.
High, so high, on cliffs and crags,
They spark
For the exiles journeying to foreign lands...
Their hearts,
Heavy with sorrow,
For those
Who die far away,
Who never return,
Gone forever.
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Author:
Sami Mulaj (
Offline) - Published: January 7th, 2026 19:16
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