Poem
It happens ...
Marjeta Shatro Rrapaj - Albania
It happens,
that the soul may be troubled by words,
for the smile to go away altogether
of tears to sleep in the faded eyes.
Fog wanders reality without light,
while the lips whisper prayers,
except for the sunny world,
throwing clouds of sadness,
that hide the blueness of the sky
and the verses boil in the veins
that the gloomy days be gone quickly
and the rainbow of fantasy to kiss the wind
which brings the next melody
for the light of the holy word
that tries to clothe the soul
and he embroiders it in the twinkling eyes
in the symphony of feelings
for the panorama of happiness in detail,
fascinated by endless emotions
in the scene of life turned into an amphitheater,
where the legend continues to be played
by breath without restraint
in the most beautiful dreams
met again the Universe
in the prologue of the game of impulses
of still unwritten texts ...
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