To My Cousin When we were small, in grandfather’s yard, We shared bread and dreams under the big walnut’s shade. You taught me to climb high on the wall, I covered for you sneaking home late at night. Years pass like rivers after rain, But the ring of childhood stays on our finger. My cousin, you are more than blood – You are the first memory of play, my warm part of home. Today each walks their own road, But if need comes, know this: I am there, as you are for me, Wordless, unconditional – just another brother.
Për ta bërë atë të ndihet e veçantë në ditën e saj. poezi per kusheriren time
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