TYRAN
PRIZREN SPAHIU
Timeless Poetry
...life
follows years
witnessing
spiritual serenity
has
left behind written wealth
poems,
novels, friendship through out the globe
at the
Everlasting Spring
place
where deeds mark nobility
begins
freshness of spirit, divine wealth
my
dear friends
BEYOND
present TIME authors are sitting on the throne of unending life ..
The Bohemian
Poetry
... to
art is allowed independence
submission,
delivered is to fever
tempting
is displayed to beauties of nature
language
of the soul, surrounded to pleasure
nobility,
subdued to oasis of friendship
at
this very moment
phoenix
feels rebirth of written words ...
*
...
ah, VERSES, my life weakness
enjoys
the miracle of life
continues
to wander the literature corridors
within
the shrinkage time
echo
asks
do
confess now, The Bohemian
what
secret is hidden in lust
in
ecstasy that challenges you
grudge,
jealousy, medieval education, you do hate
tell
us, you, The Bohemian
what
is so magical
hidden
in the trunk of the eternal LETTERS?
Tyran
...lonely,
on my own
quarrelling
with time
I do
not ask much
my
silence, poems
necessarily,
'life' would like to read it again!
*
Trust
now,
at this age
I do
not have
while
writing this
please,
do understand me, I do not feel good!
*
...
the old friendship forever is lost
they,
yes yes, they
are
pre-war friends
their
deeds have disappointed me
on my
skin sharpen their nails
I am
helpless continuing confession
trying
to smile, meditate
facing
daily life
so
much I would like virtue of sincerity to rule
I do
not hate, nor disrespect human being
freedom
of speech is embraced by me
conquering
tolerance
with
the simplicity I do boast.
*
But
they,
nearby I do not want them
they
are misusing justice
please
tell them, welcomed they are not
neither
on the table nor on my last trip
this
blessing
I do
have right to ask
Now, I
am leaving
determined
the last farewell I do not like to share with the culprit. ...
TYRAN PRIZREN
SPAHIU
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