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
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