http://slow.writerscafe.org/kushtrimthaqi The original writings of author kushtrimthaqi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776197937 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You hair is winter fireJanuary embers,the smell of unborn petalsyou are a breathtakerThe wind of Februarythat chill touchyou are the blizzardthat has frozen my heartYou seem like a flowerin blooming phasemy allergy,i am weak at your graceThe hot breeze of Junethat’s what you arejust one touch .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kushtrimthaqi/1307314/ My friend,when i get old…If, i have the privilege to get old,i would like to meet you.On a sunday morningin the cobbled streetsof our townor, at the cafeteriain front of the mosque,i would like to meet you.And i would lovefor you to ask me,“Hi there, old friend,How have you been?&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kushtrimthaqi/1304910/ By the sun and by the moonand by the morning that never comesby the light that kills the darknessI swear, I have never loved!Never in my life I have cravednor have I looked with my heart's eyesomeone else that was not youI swear, to you I can not lie.And my fingers have never touchedthe way they tou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kushtrimthaqi/1301014/ Tonight, I wont write about love.No, not tonight.Tonight I will writeabout the silent skyand the moon,that on his chest he holds.I will write about this fogthat got my city strangledjust like a tight rope.Tonight,I will write about my gardenand the frozen flowers there-that show me that deathis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/kushtrimthaqi/1299787/