Shqipe Prence


Sunset Dreams

Out of the mystical power sunset in deep red,
Into the flushing sea,
The thunderous winds drop dead
And a beautiful glorious day foresee,
As a miriade of rays paints the horizon
With colourful shades startling to the eye,
The stars lit one by one in the sky,
And the tape-recorder of dreams turn on,
Dreams, that play the dance of desire,

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