Game - Poem by Ndrek Gjini
There is a forest with lots of birds.
at the foot of this forest, is my home.
In the distance lies a railroad, not far,
and then the sea.
Some birds migrate from the forest each autumn
and come back in the spring.
I leave of my house every morning
and return in the evening.
A train passes by at the break of day,
returns at noon,
only to leave again just before midnight.
The sea recedes from the shore
whenever the moon is full
and comes back with wild waves
once the new moon begins.
In this come-and-go game,
life revolves around itself perpetually.
The first to tire out
in this roundabout motion
is going to be me,
and one day I am going to take an endless break.
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