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Besa Dede Poems
I Will Steal From You...
I'll go away one day, you know. And I want to take as a reminiscence. A fragment of your kiss on my lips, Perhaps a hug, or an embrace ...
~A Poet's Journey...
A long time ago, while I wrote poetry My hand involuntarily would create grief and pain. Through all my verses, through my stanzas, Wings of solitude had taken place.
Tears From The Moon
I swear, Tonight I saw tears running down from the Moon. You might think I am crazy, Or that I daydream hazy in the middle of the night.
I went away from you one day My shoulders trembling, my legs shaking. I cried and cried and cried. The ocean put a barrier between us.
Alpha and Omega
They call it justly, Love. For it has no beginning. It has no end. Only one thing is undeniably certain.
Silence Of The Lambs
The silence of the lambs is unbearable. They seem confused; more rather, mystified. One would think that they're relishing on this gruesome anarchism, This horrible chaos that is unveiling its dark intrigue.
You And I
You said 'I'll love you to eternity' and gently bit my lips with a kiss. It looked like the twilight tore away the darkness… …the world seemed more beautiful after this.
A Love Story
You are the fire I am the ice. They say we don't match. But we don't think twice.
The Broken Promise
Why did the Heart beat so fast? I do not know! And ah! It seemed as if the world got ripped apart from those crazy thumping beats, that she exhaled. From the Heavens quickly burst the raindrops like tears, poisonous salty tears! Only Life did not seem so surprised, or afraid, or even shaken. She continued her endless journey, explaining to her creatures, that it happens like so in the long course of existence... But an injured Heart doesn't understand and doesn't heal so easily, though! The blood that runs in her veins is poisoned by disappointment. And disappointment kills!
To kill or not the mockingbird? This is absurd! Remarked the boy.
Coz' I've Got The Blues For You
The sky is playful with the clouds, He won't deny the love he has. For he isn't shy to speak his heart To his beloved betrothed cloud.
Requiem~~An Ode To Time
Time moves forward, without stopping And fastened on her shoulders, bind our existence. Aged and tired slowly we saunter her Most are left behind, diminishing in the distance.
Matter in Existence
In the beginning there was only silence. From nothingness began to appear the existence. And from the form, the mortal was designed. A form-spirit, invented by ideas.
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I Will Steal From You...
I'll go away one day, you know.
And I want to take as a reminiscence.
A fragment of your kiss on my lips,
Perhaps a hug, or an embrace ...
For when the wind will blow out strongly,
I won't be cold, nor will I chill
Around my shoulders I'll feel the warmth.
As a scarf your hug will stand by me, still...
When the summer sun will parch the land,
And people and plants will desiccate,
As elixir of life itself,
Your kiss will keep my lips immaculate...
And if it rains, with mighty thunders
And the sky gets split apart by lightning, ...