Night

[nitROSHI]

Kjo poezi eshte shkruar 1 vit me pare nga Aldo Ngjela, qe me shume krenari po e them qe eshte nipi im dhe eshte vetem 13 vjec.
Goxha fantazi per moshen e tij.



Night



The night approched
In a huge starry cloak
He dragged the stars behind him
While gently nudging
The day away.
He climbed down
On the shadow street
Blowing out every street light

With one sweep
Of his long silver staff
And owls and bats were gliding
In the cold air
It crept silently
Not waking anybody up.

He taped softly
On the dark green door of the nightclub
And suddenly you could hear noises
And people chattering inside.
Night soared back up
And blew away the clouds
To show a clear moon.

He whispered goodnight
His job was done
Now it was his turn to rest
Ready for the next night...

[nitROSHI]

Ja edhe nje tjeter nga Aldoja, nipi ime 13 vjecar.



PLAN

Everyone seeks the truth, but nobody has ever found it.
Until now…


I cannot remember anything. I know nothing.
I have just woken.
Or have I just been born?
What am I doing here? Where is here?

I look in the mirror and see a confused face.
A tall man with no hair, a round face, wearing tattered old clothes and I see a sign on my forehead. I wonder what it means.

[Larsus]

bravo nipcja, na qenkeni fis poetash juve...pak si shume folozofik per 13 vjec djalka, e more m'qafe nitro :)

[*~Rexhina~*]

wow, paska shume talent, dhe shume i zgjuar per moshen qe ka :) ose shume i talentuar... good job, great imagination!

[bebushe]

e bukur po pse se ke shkruar dhe ne shqip? :rolleyes: