It is snowing
it is getting dyed in gray through women hair
that are waiting for the bus
nobody notices them
no one they notice…
under the bare tree as stripteasers
and those men who betrayed their wives,
and those women who betrayed their men
are waiting for the bus to take them to their homes
it is cold,
children are learning by heart
a poem about spring,
and I am trying to learn
how to love you in winter
the bus is coming
with people hanging in a doorway
as pieces of broken ice
thieves are stealing what is left
from autumn loves,
the bus came and took everything
even you…
©Ndriçim Ademaj
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 2:36 PM UTC
It is snowing
it is getting dyed in gray through women hair
that are waiting for the bus
nobody notices them
no one they notice…
under the bare tree as stripteasers
and those men who betrayed their wives,
and those women who betrayed their men
are waiting for the bus to take them to their homes
it is cold,
children are learning by heart
a poem about spring,
and I am trying to learn
how to love you in winter
the bus is coming
with people hanging in a doorway
as pieces of broken ice
thieves are stealing what is left
from autumn loves,
the bus came and took everything
even you…
©Ndriçim Ademaj
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