The Walls Don't Belong To Me Poem by IRMA KURTI

This magical sunset fixes snowflakes
as they fall confused and disorderly,
falling in love with each one of them.


I stay motionless in front of my house,
I don't feel any desire to enter,
to be wrapped in its oppressive heat.


Tonight the walls don't belong to me
I am one with this white landscape,
it doesn't let go, it keeps me hostage.


The snow melts, as part of the show,
thousands of crystals on my shoulders
just like infinite kisses given by love.


My soul is mutated into a light feather,
with snowflakes it wanders in the air,
I cannot escape from it; I have to wait.


And then, together turn home.