Poem by Tyran Prizren Spahiu
…at the summer veranda, eyes reached the deepest blue of the sky
dressed in white
I see the silhouette in a fiery dance.
Angels descending her through the air stairs
the path, only for the glorious lady
named wizard girl
escorted is by the reddish stars.
Light as a butterfly groans landed on my shoulder
cover with lust warmth
all the words are melted.
Embraced by mystical feelings
I do breath ecstasy smell
says, take me, would like to feel
passion of the real Gent
both, got poured out
as the turbulent waves of the sea
at lagoon the shelter of relax
lying, breathes of lust conquered our beings.