Sami Gjoka Biography

If not doomed, not forbidden, not sinister
Must be daring, must be danger, must be dire
Even if you ended in wonder
Having no idea of these aisle
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It is dead quiet here.
It is dark.
And it is scary.
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Miracle of grace
That I love and chase
For a hug, a touch
To reach and to clutch
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Now I envisioned often our valley and our homes
At the bottom of the hill that has not a blade of grass
Not a plant or not a tree,
Not a single human face.
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He had known
That the music of your feet
That the rhythm of your steps
He would seek on every street
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