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Poem by Rakela Zoga

It happens

In silence, we happen to warm up.
Where solitude ripples above.
Soul with tears can speak up..
In the sweetest skies of love.

It happens we be, but never seen
That’s a dream full of sorrow. .
There’s a dream, crystal clean
The kiss freezes, only in limbo..

It happens we die, tho’ still walk by..
Covered over in a gray hue.
But from the roof of the heart’s sky.
Separately, leak just two..

Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola

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