THERE IS A MIRACLE OF DEATH
There’s a miracle of death, as righteous as the laws
when our flesh disintegrates into nature’s elements,
maybe, we’ll meet as underground waters, or
as humus and salts at the roots of a plant,
so that it bloom and open its petals
whose anonymous beauty allure us all.
Our bones shall bloom…
Come on! What about souls?
As creatures of air, they’ll wander in the cloud,
always separated; become one?! never allowed!
Translation from Albanian into English
By Alfred Kola
