The pyramid of patience

On the steps of the birds imagination,

with the grass-leaf in the chest,

I climb to the stars,

to obey their thirst

A flower from the neighbor’s balcony,

in the ear of the butterfly hushes:

from the pyramid of the patience,

Wake up the fireflies of smile!

to dance with the morning
of Independence.

Fahredin Shehu,

in the wrinkles,

of the grandma,

reads

the antique book of the rain