You often appear an' approach... in a fog line...
In yards an' gardens...; your breath I feel embossed
Like a sea of dew over the vine
You appear, in my blood you pour frost.
After wind, I follow you, the streets so clean,
Whereas silence is caressing cobblestone.
Tell me now have you been or never been?
Or had my longing melted you fervor upon?
You come an' go but I feel you melt again,
As you slip on my lips and through my finger',
Like the fog in my spirit you'll remain
I for sure in your spirit will be an ember.
2001 - 2018
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Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
Korçë, October,27/2018
Well thought-out nicely penned in good rhyme scheme. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Riza.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your style, the words you choose make soft and elegant paintings. 🌹
thanks Luz...