Poetry is the Act of crystallizing the Fluid of Soul into Word---Poezia është akt i kristalizimit te fluidit shpirtëror në fjalë ©Fahredin Shehu
Monday, April 11, 2011
The green gown
He came naked
While encroaching the grass leafs, he
Left the footsteps shining emerald in the wet soil
The moon was full and the Jupiter
Is so close to Earth?
Tonight I undress
I’m naked; sleeping in old celestial nuptials
Feathers of goose disperse in the air
And in my crown the one of peacock
Waves the air and spreads the fragrance
Of the last breath of the killed beauty
I found the green gown of him
He was semi Angel
An eternal voyager passing through
the tunnels of the cosmos
Wanted to unify the spirits
But I was lost in earthly sins
And remain Human
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