The thirst

Written by: bekim tocani

The thirst 


Everything has remained fragile tonight
Dream suffer steady but donĀ“t drivel
Pain on the wall ranges around the axle
Shadows of chairs inquisicion of sun and the sky

I touch with hand the wound and laugh
Life burns when memory parching
The truth planted and a dried fruit groans
The thirst not to be told ever nor tomorrow

The pain as adorned bride falls like a snow
Cold corpse embalmed as autumn
There is nothing when first love reawaken
In death teareth the goodness of waning summer

Again terribly darkness falls at homeland
Wounded I feel crutches like the spring into the rain
Nobody feels me when I pray in the longing
I teareth alive when  I am jealous into a death today