NOSTALGIA
The sun rose without you.
Your picture is in front of me
I look at her with a nostalgic look.
Elegy grows in me
You hurt me,
like an angry wound in the ashes
which ignites the fire
on the forgotten hearth
I have you in my memories
that tear the soul apart
You are my happiness and misfortune
in every new day that is born
I see you
at every sunset
with loving words on the lips
which melt in tears
Do not know
where your eyes see now
in the restlessness of the clouds,
your smile flashed
like lightning in my soul
I live for the memory of you
To me you are the strength
which helps me breathe
looking at the stars
I want you…
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
