When birds were leaving
On each threshold the sun was praying
Like the last kiss before end run;
You said: Geese reared - in line arraying
On purple wings colored by sun.
- You said they're leaving; you did as well
Right after them on wings of dream.
Little by little on knees I fell
A twilight shadow did dim the gleam.
The sun got cooler on each threshold
It's chilly - I said - we'd better go
It was still autumn, no winter's cold
But from my eyes shed flakes of snow.
Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
Korçë, June 4,2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem