EH … POETRY / Poem by Tyran Prizren Spahiu

tyran prizren spahiu

Poem by Tyran Prizren Spahiu
 
 
 
EH … POETRY
 
… Is sitting in the corner,
eyes are confused,
watery …
 
weak voice murmur us ,
asked the young virgin lady
my dear poem,
in thee I am in love,
please tell me,
why they do hate you
constantly stain …
queen do not turn your head,
I see the tears drip,
tell me,
are you violated,
in the cradle of letters,
no, no do not go …
 
Plaintive voice said,
afflict I am
raped,
many times I am
hit by storms,
meaningless,
I am being used,
Made me broom of the history,
misuse,
they do lie in my verses…
 
But
they, my dear ones,
masters of verse,
poets,
embedded in me,
have embraced me strongly,
together
we are in the world of miracle,
called literature …
 
We taste,
ecstasy of Love,
made as one,
the perfect act,
we are launched,
towards eternity …
 

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