An elegy for my friend Ndoc GjetjaThe long line this timeHolds an ache within the verse,Silence locked in every doorThat the soul bears deep inside.A line of poets, pens fall silent,Today they stand at half-mast,Inspiration falls silent in the works,The verses fall silent, they have frozen!Thoughts remain at half-mast,The page was left blank today,It lives on only through the memoriesThat the poet left upon it.Thousands of stanzas follow behind usWith uncombed hair, do they know?The verses that you left among usToday, father, you leave them orphaned.Pain pours from our hearts todayBehind the endless cortege,You at the head of the poem,A beautiful, unwritten title!
Pilo Zyba
