Spring of Love
Spring has come,
yesterday I saw the first bud,
I heard the bird's chirp
on a tree, that for love,
had become the first messenger.
Now we are in the spring season,
and everything is green around me.
But spring was in me
before,
just as it was inside you.
The scent of flowers that spreads everywhere,
Flies lightly over the ridges of fantasy,
While I collect verses
and weave them into wreaths,
as a gift, for the best season of love.
My love surrounded by the scent of jasmine,
My love crosses the rainbow,
My love climbs to the sky,
There it dances with the stars, and their rhythm,
And receives warmth, strength and light from the rays of the sun.
We are both together in the whiteness of life,
We have both climbed the blue heights. We both climb the golden stairs of love,
where life takes on meaning and strength between our sure steps.
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A Kiss
A light kiss like a breeze,
Let it refresh your lips,
That burn like embers and flames,
Drunk with love.
A kiss that climbs the altar
of loyalty and security,
That rocks and caresses the soul,
In the cradle
that even kings dream of.
An intoxication with the wine of kindness
Let it rock us on the white cloud,
And in the infinity of the sky
let us jump like crazy.
Like a star you descended into my heart,
You have become the medicine of my heart for me,
In the beautiful nights with the best observations,
We both got drunk in the years that
will never be repeated.
- Fali Ndreka
Milano, Italy
Thursday, February 13, 2025
Two Poems by Fali Ndreka
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