Without You
The world is not the same without you
The stars crumble
and the crumpled seasons fall
one by one into my hands
The colors of the paints are faded
by the salty tears,
The painting loses its contours.
I turn into a leaf and to the tree of faith
I stand hanging
and grasping with one finger,
And I don't know what wind it'll blow after that,
I don't know where it will take me away.
Don't worry my dear!
You won't get hurt
Your shelter is built
with strong foundations of my blood.
Even if I crash into rocky galaxies,
Or if the rivers swallow me without mercy,
Do not be afraid!
You are safe inside me,
I have hidden you deep in my ribs.
RAJMONDA QOSE SHKOPI
RAJMONDA QOSE SHKOPI was born in Kuçova city, in Albania. She has completed her higher studies at the "Aleksandër Xhuvani" University, Language and Literature degree, in Elbasan city and works as a teacher. She has published the poem books "Don't give up" and" We forget to kiss the dew", " The Apocalypse of the leaf". Her poems are published in many newspapers and literature magazines. She is co-author in many national and international Anthologies. She has won many prizes in poetry competitions.
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