by Ilire Zajmi
You smile with moisten cherry lips
Without knowing that the world outside hides many diableries
You cry and laugh so sweet
Without knowing that in this place it is hard to be a child.
You make me feel the owner of the world
when you grip me with your tiny hands
watching me with sea-blue eyes
my little gorgeous Anda
World around you is black and white.
Last updated September 21, 2011