For Deshira Haxhi
Though you sit like a timid birdAnd fragile as a kitten,The wellspring of your beautyPours like a dreamlike waterfall...
Waterfall of beauty, of thought,They melt together and become one,I hear the sounds of joyWhen you give color to the verse...
You are poetry, my friend, a waterfall that takes your breath away!
In the ancient book of the forest I will make a poem for you, The scent of May, of April, When you play and step among the peach trees. I will take the breezes, the beauties, That the flowers…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…
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