Memories Of Early Frost Poem by Sami Gjoka
Memories Of Early Frost
Dragged along by the rope
That extended from the neck
Of a cow thin and black.
Little bread and little cheese
Placed on fresh and tender leaves.
That was my childhood.
A smoke rising from the log
Lit in rain and lit in cold
By the shepherds.
Against all that has been there
It spits clouds of my anger,
Yet, if lonely, from regrets
It gets softer, it gets sad
And without explanation
It shed tears.
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