Euphoria – Engjëll I. Berisha, Kosovo

Euphoria

From a longing bed for nine years

An instant arose with its feet

And came around his home

Just as a straw pile

Wolf screamed above in the forest

In that beautiful day smell of flowers

Before the disaster night

How little did Nirvana made for the world

As a black whole of universe

Up to the bed of nine years of sorrow

Brought a spoon of breadth

After that even the door of death

While entering in that space of no wheight

Your body turnes into bothersome

Looking to the six organs

Touching in the sixth dimension

Those who return

While forgeting all their languages