by Aziz Isa Elkun
Rain –
Falling all day.
I am on the train-
Feeling my soul-
Seeing my world.
This might be another year-
Taken away from me again-
Without telling a word.
But I am the traveller-
The newest gypsy-
Wandering around the world
Finding my way home
Whether it’s snow or rain.
Aziz Isa Ëlkun
Adding to my early morning mood
A bird sings to the spring
Pink-white apricot blossom
My heart misses my lover
Timid birds on the white blossom
Sing a joyful song of life
Bright sun reflected on each petal
A teasing breeze greets the spring
Aziz Isa Ëlkun
New Year has come, the old year has passed,
A page of life has been torn out.
I ask myself quietly-
Where has the value of life gone?
I have passed forty years …
But have not yet achieved my desire.
I live stretching out my hand towards hope-
Placing myself close to my suffering people.
