TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU

TYRAN

PRIZREN SPAHIU

What A Pleasant Smile

…to old ages I wish successors

desire to meet happiness in life

she, slowly bowed her head

instantly I saw

eyes illuminating a hidden happiness.

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Smile, ah smile, gorgeous life story

as saying

oh, my friend, my dear noble friend

you have lighted my day, embellished me, I fell in love with your words

please, do allow me

quietly at the edge of the Old Age River

to enjoy this fabulous day

I want to be associated with the whole world’s beauty

your words to wear my soul, eager for rejoicing

these short words, resurrected all the former beauty

peace entered my spirit

gent, just a little bit of courtesy I need

thank you, the pure Bohemian Blood, my honored buddy!

Time

… one day you will hear, read

writer fled to eternity

please stop for a moment, a single moment

remember The City Bohemian

the lover of good, simplicity

modest one in life

place the feather in writing ink

find random photos

peace be upon our friend, letters passionate.

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Life goes on, poems, are written, then shared

read cursively

there

between the verses my shadow you will find.

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Welcomed by the Poets, city Fountain

stop at the Stone Bridge

one verse, just one verse recite

the river breeze will accompany it to my last residing.

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I will be rested in peace, I do not owe no one

needy i did not mistreat

the treasury of the nation did not misuse

political glass jars, newest riches

I have never been subdued.

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I have found eternity thanks to Dear Friends

in the olympus of knowledge

at the zenith of age

the verses have been poured beyond unimaginable horizons

there I will be, in the most perfect place, the beyond Source.

Traces Of The Poet

dedicated to You, Dear Poet

… I do remember even today alive, luscious

the 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, radiates

the most glamorous lights of nobleness.

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Many times mentioned with merits

we read together, the poems of friends

discussed about the power, the lust, letters

analyzed the Poets of Honor.

In the room alone, my words conquer

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 letters, generous verses

powering love, lust, lewdness

oh…those titans of beauty, the immortality tracks…

TYRAN PRIZREN SPAHIU