Elegy
Façade assaulted in a small sadness,
As erratic moments
Rise up from despair
Early Morning
Life mirrors a morning dewdrop- glistening-
A small universe perilously draped on a forgotten branch
Evaporating into nothingness.
True Being
For a moment
Frozen in the window of my soul
Immersed in a disquieting vision
Knowing I will never see you again.
Fractured
The days have the atmosphere of a convex mirror.
Untraceable nomadic obscurity, abstraction,
Lake of emotion, the absence of lyrical self-hood.
Yet the fragmentation of the universe
Is somehow mirrored in the ambiguous
Nature of life itself?
Presented by IRMA KURTI