Occupy Poetry

Judgement of love

BY Shkendije Hoda

In the ruins of life love is judged.
Sitting there in the court,
What a bad luck, I am judged for love!
Even the nymph was not my witness
The heart and the soul know this,
None, except you and me in the darkness.
In the court was not a lawyer, none spoke,
I, in love, remained silent….
Without asking you punished me with blindness
In order that I never love anymore…

From: 
Gjakova

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