Returns Poem by Nikollë Loka

We are born naked
like the word with so many meanings,
with very intimate appearance,
we dress in white.
In the first sense,
life is the arrival you have to appreciate,
in the second sense,
life is the welcome,
a struggle through tears,
in the thrid sense,
life is a collection of moments you return
for a while,
to run away very far...
And in the great escapes,
when everything is left behind,
we take a pice of the sky
and dust upon our heads,
when the returns,
come each day less
we leave the memories instead.