Four Poems by Marisa Ashiku Translated into English by Armenida Qyqja
Time of longingness-Waiting to hear your voice…In a timeless seasonRinging, like music in my ears…I think and trembleAs you spread in my arteries,Like poppies on a field of grain…The longingness has reached the golden color,It’s harvest time,The parched field,Guards you, as the bread for the soul…The smile burns on the lips…Such a longingness!!!Sound-God,allow me to appear,deep,in his mind…-and to fall,like…