Our Paradise Poem by Fahredin Shehu

Just now I understand the old illusion
Since I lived in the coenobium of my egos
With you my soul is easier
With you is even different
Because the map in my skin shows
A path that leads us to paradise
And we... we even do not dream and why should we?
When you give me the amber taste in my mouth
You wash my emerald accoutrement
With you I cross the macadam of giant pearls
With the emerald grass in between
And where are plenty of white roses
Which with dedication are keeping our secret?
And this
Of course this for us is sufficient