Clogs
By Fatmir Terziu
In Poetry, within the range, but squeezed. Carving
them behind every jugular to the depths.
Song. Melody, hectic for both feet.
A condition to be heard at home.
Spoiled in the dictionary, without cease.
From the centuries of impressed and dowry. Incomparable dowry.
They bring you wisdom, wakes you up every day
in the rooms of loneliness of old age
The right thing, in the asylum to the death.
Carelessly to the rooftop of the celestial darkness
has a contract with you.
Beyond the light, feminine beauty,
remains in the eye beneath your feet.
Leeks like ice cream are fired. Intimacy with others,
deep-seated within the world mystery as evidence,
the mind and the hand of the forefathers.
Their only subject has the idea of everything they hold
will die (maybe tomorrow).
High footfall illumination. Early Love: Fruity,
reddish apple, selected,
Cleopatra, in most masquerades, dressed them like gold sandals,
in a time translated.
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it is only conceived there. Unusual Birth Coalition.
Even love was born on them. It is believed,
despite all the evidence, thoughts,
daily life, everything,
for lovers in the name of the gods,
there was always noise, kiss, murmuring.
Copyright © Fatmir Terziu | Year Posted 2017
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