Mehmet Rrema | Friday, 31 December 2021 | Print
Mehmet Rrema
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Nothing tires me
Nothing pulls me back
Even if my meat is digested
And my bones become ashes.
I told you: – I will not back down!
Ashes, ashes, disperse to me along with the wind
I know when to rest my head on your lap
And close your eyes slowly
Your hand, sweet breeze, soft silk
It will affect all the cells of my body
Leave my body in eternal cold
Rest you and soak up the sweetness of your breeze.
Maybe one day
When spring on earth descends with its sweetness,
Along with the flowers, my ashes will bloom
But do you know? He will not open
and have the green color of the leaf
The white color of my soul will be with you.
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Copyright@Mehmet Rrema
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Posted 12:13 am | Friday, 31 December 2021
globalpoetandpoetry.com | Faruk Ahmed Roni
