the EPITAPH.. Tyran Prizren Spahiu

Midnight, it is drizzling
down the road, I heard sayings it is poets dwelling
me, passer by
I knocked on the gate
would like to meet artists
letter lovers
pearls of society, gents and ladies of the word
on the door
golden inscription, engraved book
says
‘’We are writing’’.
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I knocked, thin old man’s voice
welcomed me at the gate of knowledge
come to the oasis of honesty
to the world of wisdom
tired, he sat down
suddenly feet betrayed, short racket is heard
opened are eyes
head rests on the book of poems
calmness rules.
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Next day, poets are gathered
writing an epitaph
books are dedicated to schools
offer smile to youth
literature to rich minds
gently acknowledging *bardos of poetry will reign.

*Celtic

Tyran Prizren Spahiu
Poetic verses volume
The Knight