Fahredin Shehu
they stretched their wings
beneath whom the tiny bells rang
the smell of Ozone evaporated and
the crystalline echoes shuddered my skin
The day was long, longer than any…
The night was long and dark as ink
The hours were counted by
the appearance of dandellions
The days counted by eggs on every morning
I saw the sky showing the entire Avesta
page by page
I took the dew with my tongue from
the last green leaf of the Amarylis
The Maelstrom twisted me entirely and
projected me in her dream
