Poezja

A FLOWER’S TEARS





A taverna, back of nowhere


strong spirit to ease the soul


a small child with care drawing


pencil slow in motion





Just a moment of nothing


a few moments out of time


to glance at the moving pencil


and the graceful hand that held it





Such care and concentration


whatever could her picture be?


to move the head a little closer


to see what eyes could see





Eyes took in her heart was crying


for a life that would never be


hers’ only toil and birth


and the misery that is Earth





Some they bloom in springtime


the mountain crocus blooms in fall


yet this was the very first time


the eyes took in a flower’s tear

(KOSOVO 2006)