TRACES OF THE POET +.. Tyran Prizren Spahiu

 

... I do remember even today
the blessed day, it was the end of fall
captured by the most powerful feelings
when mentioned is your name, The Poet
eyes wander in the library room
beautifully arranged, simple, tasteful with love
the books are, knowledge that drunks
 it radiates the most glamorous lights of nobility.
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Many times mentioned with merit
we read together, the ballads of friends
discussed about the power, the lust, the most powerful letters
analyzed the Poets of Honor.
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In the room alone, poetry conquers
day by day
often, while drinking downtown morning coffee
most feather lovers I have never met
‘’are friends of my soul’’, you said to me
yes ... in my being are carved
golden poems, generous verses
powering love, lust, lewdness
oh…those titans of beauty, the immortality tracks..

Tyran Prizren Spahiu
Poetry verses
The Bohemian