Appearance Poem by Riza Braholli

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