Wednesday, November 1, 2017




A white light,
Wakened in the waters of my soul,
Over the wings of a flying bird
Just as once before...
A mirror of a reborn life in turmoil
Just as today...
Kidnapped from warm verses in rebellion.

White hope,
A voice of life colors without borders
An open canvas of colors brighten
Just as dreams of nights of no return
Of a burning star, steaming hot.

White word,
Raised in the high benches of thoughts
Carved in ancient mythology of trust
In fiery horizons of the west.

White life,
a broken mirror of crossed fates
a deep sea of kidnapped sorrows
just as snow...
Dissolved in the first rays of craziness
Just as a leaf...
Lost in a freezing autumn universe.


My dreams are there,
Just like thousands of icebergs in an endless ocean.
Mind penetrates all the way flying,
In other skies, trips “endless”.

My dreams are there,
In spring skies, with many stars
Pieces of feelings crumble a soul
And turned magic into a cloth.

My dreams are there,
Just like light whitening, in sun rise.
With longing of autumn in a chest
And ...points of rain – sorrow.

My dreams are there
Over rainbow arches, colors of thoughts;
A white day, hope and happiness,
Trenches are twisted, poetry rebellion.

My dreams are there
Formatted in a great feeling...
A view thrown in a dark sky
Breathing margins – a statue shape.


In ‘Sivenston’ Park is quiet,
Lost benches in a heretic time.
A frozen lake and forgotten wings
Of white swans dissolved in migration.

On ‘Sivenston’ park is cold,
wind is blowing.
A snow that feels with crystallised snow flocks,
Steps are knocking, slow motions
Flip flaps of enlarged shadows.

‘Sivenston’ park, a broken vision,
Worlds are crossed,
Awaiting for water flows,
Shapes of symbols painted on lips
Mirages and dreams of broken memories.

“Sivenston’ Park an infinite vision
a thrill of fates.
Among clouds and nights an icy longing,
Sleeps below the forest naked and alone.

(Charles Baudelaire)

Today was raining in my town
Yesterday was the same symphony
With trickles of mist in bitter traces
In that time,
That was bending a sickening muse
Over evil flowers
Rooted under darkness
And shadowed in grey,
In a soul
Flowering the pain of light
A white boat ravaged by seas!

Today horizons descended drapes of clouds
On the brightest stands of the sky
Behind the scenes of stars,
That embodied concern
And a faded angel
Driven magically
Through the warmth of words
And extended conviction
A broken blood
Biting of evils
Thirsty kisses
Escaped demons
Towards deepest mysteries

The wind held her breadth today
For the concert played in Montparnasse
Without violins
Except vibrations of air,
As inarticulate,
From a choir of birds that keep the same nest
With their broken wings
On that statue
Those orchids descended on earth!


What beauty do you hide inside sunsets?
What dreams resurfaced beyond freedom?
What song is playing through an abysmal terrain?
What rays is it demanding in the darkening evenings?

My muse!
Remained on top of a silent abyss,
I am attacking silence through a dissolved eternity.
everywhere I see an elderly dusk
appears on any corner a revitalised sunrise.

My muse!
Years and grey hair just like giant rocks,
Are whitened in hidden clouds.
Carved soul from a dried pen,
Is shaken, torn apart, away in the unknown.

My muse!
Perhaps you arrived as punishment within drunkenness
Or as a shivering game of dizziness?
I breathe girl’s eyes hidden in you
And tears returned into a topaz.

My muse!
As a blessed breath pressing in forgiveness,
Since we awoke as poets in a sun rise.
Peaceful Sun sets brewing life
Days are going faster with a fast track...



AGRON SHELE  was born in October 7th, 1972, in the Village of Leskaj, city of Permet, Albania.  Is the author of the following literary works: “The Steps of Clara” (Novel), “Beyond a grey curtain” (Novel), “Wrong Image” (Novel) , “Innocent Passage” (Poetry) and “Ese-I ” .  Mr. Shele is also the coordinator of International Anthologies: “Open Lane- 1,” “Pegasiada , Open Lane- 2 and ATUNIS magazine”.  Is a member of the Albanian Association of Writers, member of the World Writers Association, in Ohio, United States, Poetas del Mundo, WPS, Unione world Poetry and the President of the International Poetical Galaxy “Atunis”. He is published in many newspapers, national and international magazines, as well as published in many global anthologies: Almanac 2008, World Poetry Yearbook 2009, 2013, 2015,  The Second Genesis -2013, etc.  Currently Resides in Belgium and continues to dedicate his time and efforts in publishing literary works with universal values.

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