Tracking You

Your free confident walking by Termi Station…
And I am staying a bit more,

In the evening you are my dandled home,
The little winding turns descending towards Colosseum…

In fact even on that opposite side coming out of Termi
I find you, and this time I track you…

Until one morning you ask me if I am a musician,
Because of the classical guitar always hanging over my back…

No, no I just whisper with lost breezing unreachable words
The music I retrieve within eyes…
I whisper Rome dandling on your hills,
Rome dandling on your hills.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Edlir Loshe

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Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems in 2015?