My City Streets
Those silent streets made of rocks,
show me the heart of city clear...
Where starlight over sky with glow talks,
and shines all footsteps to soul near...
Those bare streets are dusted from the past,
but with happiness are always dressed...
While singing the blind regains sight fast,
and full moon smiles to us impressed...
Those streets in crimson shade's been dyed,
with love and serenades forever embraced...
Thousands sounds over pentagram flied,
in wait of the guitar playing overrated...
My city streets on crystals engraved,
by the freezing winter every time it comes...
The whiteness falling down roads paved,
and our souls with brightness are done...
The birds of the rest
I know that times fly so fast,
and the birds sing beneath my dream...
So the meaning of love to last,
is to hug ourselves when scream...
And the feathers behind the trees are,
of those birds that fly in the depth of blue...
The thoughtless nest stays so far,
and soon the dream becomes true!
So fast the sadness of the sky,
wash their faces with the rain...
A tear means a million smiles,
surrounding empty souls in vain...
I know that happiness is the eyes,
of the Armageddon beyond their hearts...
The beatings apocalypse of chest,
closes the minds that never rest!
So close the sun lights the road,
of those birds to come back again,
I hear whisperings in their throats,
and the feathers became bigger then!
Wish
Though the sun was faded,
under grace light will be inflamed;
Though blunts the light added,
by melting ice it's framed...
Though the sea disappeared,
with tears it will be created again;
Though the pain words killed,
I'll create another alphabet insane...
Even though the sounds deafen,
I will build them in a screaming wave;
Even though the plants stiffen,
through them my heartbeats engrave...
The Power Of Imagination
Like the taste of teardrops salt,
we feel the truth of the world...
And the heart touches the colours of gold,
imagine the ocean as a single word!
The imagination goes so far,
away from the heart beatings of us...
And reality is closed to the jar,
of lies that moves faster than a bus...
Underneath a dream life is changing colours,
as you feel pain while touching the rain...
Imagine all of us are blooming flowers,
and hope is taking her roots insane...
The sunset of feelings
I've tried to save my wish so clear,
in the deep water full of thoughts...
The drops create the puzzle of fear,
to make their flow full of dots...
I've tried to wash the darkness of moon,
Behind the seaside of my feelings...
Its light wakes up the heart soon
drowning into stars thousand beatings...
I've tried to talk with the night,
and collected the wills of fireflies...
The moon gave me the lightning sight,
exploding love from red skies...
Elpiola Lluka is a poetess, writer, songwriter and singer. She was born in Korca, Albania and is grown up in an intellectual family. She has studied for English Language and Literature in the Fan.S.Noli University. She wrote her first poem when she was 8 years old. She is a regular writer and poetess and her poems are published in many newspapers, magazines and anthologies books. She has been part of different poetry contests & activities and has taken many certificates and qualifications. She loves psychology and philosophy and her creations are always focused on them. Elpiola adores music and has also written some rock & metal songs and ballads for different Albanian artist in the English and Albanian languages where she's been part of live singing in bars & restaurants in her state. She has also released some cover songs. She is working and preparing her first book of poetry which will be finished and published soon. Elpiola's hobbies are writing, reading books, singing, nails miniature painting, cooking, photography, jewellery making, watching movies, swimming and hiking. She has worked as a translator and as a sales executive agent for different companies. She is a feminist and supports all genders having equal rights and opportunities. She is a nature lover, animal lover & rescuer.
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