Three Poems by Valbona Ahmeti, translated by Armenida Qyqja
Drunk nightText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBy the lake we sat, You and I, Without exchanging a single word, We gazed at the approaching night, Spreading like a golden carpet The moon bursted in smiles As the lake slept in her eyes The winding road hung on her neck like precious necklaces And the oak…