A Swallow Without Wings Poem by IRMA KURTI

A Swallow Without Wings



Talking with you
on the phone
is difficult—
the sound
of the call
falls into a deaf
ear, my joy
undresses slowly
from the zeal.


The minutes pass,
even the hours—
the joy writhes,
shakes in the air,
it loses height,
like a swallow
without wings
it falls
to the ground.

Thursday, July 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love and dreams
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