“My City Streets”

Those silent streets made of rocks,
show me the heart of city clear…
Where starlight over sky with glow talks,
and shines all footsteps to soul near…

Those bare streets are dusted from the past,
but with happiness are always dressed…
While singing the blind regains sight fast,
and fullmoon smiles to us impressed…

Those streets in crimson shade’s been dyed,
with love and serenades forever embraced…
Thousands sounds over pentagram flied,
in wait of the guitar playing overrated…

My city streets on crystals engraved,
by the freezing winter everytime it comes…
The whiteness falling down roads paved,
and our souls with brightness are done…

(copyright ©️ Elpiola Lluka, Albania 🇦🇱)