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, June 06, 2011
My rains and winds
Stardust winded
Wishes dispersed throughout
You wait
The sacrificing pigeon;
as white as neon
She flies over our head
Builds the nest
For the progeny of Liberty
I kiss you in the spot
Where the star sealed
The enveloped skin
To see the unseen
Your dress
A heavy couture
All brocade, gold and platinum
Twisted muslin with the damask
All over
Releasing the smell of Oud
To bring hot Oriental breeze
In my Occidental body
A victim for the Cross
Somebody wants to
Peace prevail in our realm
Somebody wants to read my writing
Jus as they wish to read
A flying something lightly
Lands in the front of the shores
We by stand the external bygones
Amused and bewildered
We are
Silent as stone
Erected in the midland
All kinds of spices and species
Even slices and pieces
Verbatim’ and Originals
Assembled
Never-ending gratitude
Goblets of Ambrose
We drink in the name of the Supreme
Tonight rains and winds ceased
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