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Your Name
By Emiraldo Prifti
The time will come
when someone on the sidewalk
will call a child or a friend
or a lover by your name.
I will suddenly turn my head
and a tear will trickle.
When a big billboard
with blinding lights
displays your name,
I will contemplate it, frozen.
And if it rains, I will cry
along with the rain.
The time will come
when as a wandering pilgrim,
I will want to go back to that land
where blood never became water,
life blossomed every morning
and I couldn't see what I see now.
In the paradox of life, I’m just
another void filled with emotions.
I only hope to be old and grey,
because I know that one day
my eyes will fill with tears
when a stranger says your name.
Emiraldo Prifti lives in Albania. He started to write poetry in 2020.
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