THE FLAME OF LONGING
Tonight, the sky feels heavy,
As if is burdened with the dark blue,
Upon my weary body that aches,
Upon my eyes, dissolved on a map.
I hear somewhere the cries of memories,
A piece of the soul forgotten somewhere,
The migrations add wounds to me,
And the flame of longing it ignites .
They say time covers much,
Puts memories into lethargy,
But I don’t know what happens to me,
This flame burns me and turns me into ash.
Kujtim Hajdari
