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The warrior king

He is not coming back
to my dreams
anymore

left in the morning
disappeared in the mist
leaving behind
a horseshoe
and the wind
got lost forever
into mountains
where the wolves
and the ambushmakers
never sleep
just kill

warrior king
Gjergj Kastriot
burning on stranger crosses
for stranger  
gods...

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  1. Date: 1/1/2012 10:21:00 PM

    Iskander Bey, a great Albanian. You write a fine salute to him.