Won’t you stop coming back?!
You’ve heard things,
The glass clock won’t stop ticking!
Purify me!
My heavenly staircase!
My love for you is turning into a beach without a sea!
Yet, nothing in you scares me!
Let the world spin, turn and keep being as it wills,
I’ll be weaving poems for you, amidst tulips and windmills.
Shqipe Palloshi, 10/10/2014