Lost
In vain I searched for a flower
That it had your sweet scent i came back empty-handed
And while I've seen you sleep
Spellbound
I understood that nothing and no one
Not even a rare flower, it would compare to your beauty
To your irresistible freshness.
- Angela Kosta
Albania & Italy
(Executive Director of the Magazines: MIRIADE, NUANCES ON THE PANORAMIC CANVAS, BRIDGES OF LITERATURE, journalist, poet, essayist, publisher, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter)
Lovely poem !
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