Perhaps spring have unfolded there
and you sincerely believe you’re alive,
but the breezes and muses of a distant season
never warmed the soul.
Here, it is a different tale
and even though the freezing winter has not touched us for years,
the trees hide the buds beneath their branches
and never hasten to bloom.
There, perhaps the eruption is gracious
and the first mimosa blooms have unfolded,
here, the wild wind, is only swaying the trunks
and never learn to rest.
There, is a lightening world above the clouds
that beckons me to return
here, there’s twilight and withered evenings
dissolving like shadows over us.
(Agron Shele was born in Albania currently residing in Belgium. He has authored several Poetry books, Novels and Short Stories. He is the President of the International Poetical Galaxy “Atunis” and coordinator of International Atunis Galaxy Antholgy. He is winner of many international literary prizes).
