THE NEIGHBOUR GIRL
With the sound of your laughter full of light,
The spring birds come with noise,
And my fragile spirit,
They take it in flight to the shining sky,
And it gets lost with them in the crowd.
The blooming, bathed mimosa,
Follows me, smiling from the window,
And with a sweet night voice,
It tells me: “Why don’t you come near me?”
And I get lost in dreams,
In beautiful imaginary scenes…
…………………..
With the beautiful mimosa
How much are you alike?
Kujtim Hajdari
