THE GREEN TIME – Engjëll I. Berisha, Kosovo

THE GREEN TIME

 One day the flower blossomed in a vase

It greened my view

From the room where you can see the road

Through which is coming my child

That I don’t have another job

Including you at every morning

Of the water with sweet water

With a sacred water

And when the flower blossomed in the window

I said what is the value of it when you have no feet

To come after me, beauty

At the roads where roofs emerge

Exhausted

And at night awakened with many blossoming flowers

Through its paths

The water turns into green