Poem by Marjeta Shatro Rrapaj

Even tonight…
The dark veil covered the city
The moon, eaten, plays among the branches
The lonely sadness stretches along the streets
Agitated by the black clouds that crowd the sky
From the whistling wind in the flight of moments
Not knowing where to look for a light of hope
Rolling around the center of darkness
Under the oppression of thoughts filled with images
In the fog of escape towards the gates of patience.