Breathe - Kushtrim Thaqi

Veronica

I remember the spoken word of the old poet;
family, wife, kids.
yet his voice
from his youth days, 
shakes:
vero-
vero- 
veronica.

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Kushtrim Thaqi - Feint

feint

I regret I didn’t photograph all of that.
the tiny, 
fake world we built for ourselves
that it didn’t last.

Kushtrim Thaqi - Perception

Love!

I’ve seen from the window
where my being resides
and saw nothing;
just silhouettes, shadows, mirages…
a trick or two.
but never a thing that seemed just as it seemed;
nothing that made sense for more than a glimpse
of what a human being would call a lifetime…
then I was tricked, again!

Kushtrim Thaqi - Lamp

mugen

it was supposed to be Summer
but it couldn’t be.
lights flickering far away somewhere were not lights
howls were fake cries at the carefree distant moon
bats were pretending to dance, going in circles
screeching as they flew,
and droplets of rain came out to play.