by Fahredin Shehu
Assembled myriads
Of the thirsty souls
A Sage appeared at the lobby
Wearing a light Tunic
And the hairs wavy as flamed
Waterfall
Radiating tachyon- ic influence
Of Love
I play happy
A curiosity bangs the wish
The open- ear the open heart
The open all- seeing souls undresses
Their gowns
Naked,
Shamelessly light bodies
Yet intoxicated
Irresponsible amidst
The crowd of jealous
Twisted around the Axe
Of the temple
We call it the heart
Unjustly
From:
Kosovo
Copyright ©:
FAHREDIN SHEHU
Last updated November 09, 2011