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Dec 2014
Tonight,
I won’t write about love.
No, not tonight.
Tonight I will write
about the silent sky
and the moon,
that on his chest he holds.
I will write about this fog
that got my city strangled
just like a tight rope.
Tonight,
I will write about my garden
and the frozen flowers there
that show me that death
is a sight to behold.
Tonight,
I will write about life
and death
and how fast this fleeting life goes.

But, when I looked down
just like on every other night
tonight, I again,
on the spread page
“I miss you” wrote.*

Inspired by the great Pablo Neruda – “Tonight I can write the saddest lines”
Kushtrim Thaqi
Written by
Kushtrim Thaqi  Prizren, Kosovo
(Prizren, Kosovo)   
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