by Vladimir Marku
I'd give all my
written words away
I'd donate all
my beautiful metaphors
All my figures
of speech
My rhyme
My free verses
My assonance
My allegories
I'd give away
All the yet
unwritten words
My silence
Its space
All my
punctuation marks
And spelling
errors
I'd give away
All my
between-the-line messages
To see her
bright face
But, in this
crazy epoch
When even the
night
Dyes its hair
This remains
just a dream.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Vladimir Marku: novelist, poet, essayist, translator and interpreter. Born Durrës, Albania, October, 1950. Graduated at Foreign Languages Faculty, Tirana University. Worked in the oil industry. Presently teaches English at a Private Foreign Languages Institute., Has written twenty-six books, all published, in Albanian and some in English.
Last updated September 20, 2012