by Oriada Dajko
(Tiranë,Albania)
A lonely woman near a window,
looks after the sun under the shadow.
Her whisper becomes a cloud.
A cloud painted into the sky,
created by the hand of God,
designed by my mind.
A beautiful woman is a wind,
which touches deeply my eyes.
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