August Knocks On The Door

August knocks on the door
- Poetry from Lek Gjoka

When August
Knock on the door
Native grapes make the eyes
In the sensation the wind blows! .

Kisses screwed us up
With them and love
Osse will come
More incubating heating! .

August is not jealousy
From July and September
There is only love
You do not turn off the meteorite point! .

So you're August, when you leave
The whistle of September is released
Lights turn on
The River of Love is never 'stopped! '! ..
,
,
,
Lek Gjoka
Extract from the poetic volume
'I CLOUDS KI BLOCKED WITH THE KEY'
Tirana 2013.

by LEK GJOKA

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