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Lora From Pristina
The Goddess descends into memories
Lora took into her arms
the blessed silence
an eye she gave to love
a song to the sun
to evil she gave the smile
her lips enchanted me
embracing the dream of the poet...
Again with Lora of Pristina
we often meet on the boulevard
looking at the shadows of the rocks
beauty walks courageous
in love as the meteor of words
rain with arrows in sight
her lips put ash on my tongue
where the unspoken word slopes
the missing halt
during the white sleep
Lora of Pristina —
gives a song to the sun.
For The Years That Have Fled
Last night with Lora
we followed love
in the Garmia Valley
in the chest we spread the song
of Romeo and Julia.
In Garmia was afraid
of the fire of love. In the chest
we enumerate the hours
years that have fled to freshness
singing the melody of the forgotten poet
in the love of the ivory castle
on the “Green Path”,
Lora and I.
Visit
Unexpectedly the gate looks on the screen
on the keyboard taps the verse from his mind
the shadow is measured in tumultuous ecstasy
sparkle lit in mature age
in delusion you appear to me as a vision.
Lora walks into the heart of the verse
proudly stands in front of Naim's bust
then goes to the waiting spa
where we were yesterday
embracing my dream with open arms
pouring earthquake into the alight tinder.
Blindness
blind yourself
I do not want you
having a look at the sea
I do not want you
to see the color
in the ocean of your eyes
I want to drown
in your grace
to have you
my love.
This wish
in light
of birth
to perish
to infinity!
Delayed Meeting
Delayed meeting with Lora
in the Poetic Autumn
I continued the trip
in the Penelope Oasis
we look in the mirror of our eyes
among the waves of love
between dream and reality
between autumn and winter
between sun and sky
between birth and sunset
between maturity and childhood
between withered leaves
and the yellow petals
with the turmoil of fire
and thrill of heart ...!
Delayed meeting with Lora
in the green spring
in the depths of your eyes
near the volcano
where awakening bites forgetfulness
in the late autumn
in the garden of heaven
stretched on the edge of the road
we met late
in the arms of Love.
You Ran Away Lora
You ran away so fast Lora
in the dark night of the modernism
before the next summer comes
in the smoke and alcohol basin
killed on the trail of mistrust.
Lora plays Satan's dance
on the holy night of heaven
love drowns in the oasis
in the intoxication of the rain plague
becoming the postpartum of the broken age.
You did not wait for the promised summer
on the bed of roses
in the run of old time
of a dirty time whose name you do not know
I look at the rain as a rope in the faint face
and ask for the way out of love.
You ran away so fast Lora
you have remained the metaphor of the virgin paths
endless poetry of the poet's longing
novel that starts with a real landscape
melted love in the spring of absences.
I Kissed Your Tear
I kissed your tear
I mellowed the thirst of love
of your desire the mountain echoes
the pains had become broken chorus
soul troubled in curse...
We slipped into the old oak
the rain had wet the given vow
the lips touched the wet chest
ignited by the volcano of desires
her hair locks ears of wheat on the shoulders
kill the memory in the summer rain...!?
With Lora on the high planes of love
we count the meetings in our nest
silent you were shaking on my chest
like a nymph you were looking at me crying!
I do not remember if we broke up
on that path of the rumbled season?
I do not remember why I cried
did I curse the love
that kidnapped and poured us into the ocean!
Lora, the breakup does not exist for us
when you come back from your long journey
look there for the tear in that drained stream
you will find our portrait in the mountain
where the rain flowed on the face
you will find the memory in the longing
Lora, we will never break up!
Thrill
Good evening Lan!
a portrait appears on the screen
a blonde with many dreams
I am called Lora, a special name
in this crazy frost...
The letters are lost in the keyboard
the confusion of emotions
in a gray landscape...
Forgive me, I wanted to greet you
I am Lora, maybe you have forgotten me
the voice of the vocals trembles at me.
It's been happening for a few months
sweat on the suffering forehead
discharge into the crystalline ecstasy
beyond the window a fiery world
in the highlights of the clouds I imagine Nerenza.
Lora leads the dance of my fingers
in agreement with the stamp drowned in the water
we are so close, we feel so far!
this antithesis said as a synonym
has changed very much, Lan!
Lora unique path of the divine mountain
where they haggle the return to the late winter
in front of the overturning oath
I the trembled poet
I am looking for architecture in the wanton Faith
I have not changed at all!
These poems were part of The Poetry Issue 2023, curated by Shireen Quadri. © The Punch Magazine. No part of these should be reproduced anywhere without the prior permission of The Punch Magazine.
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