A place within the hearts

I have learned that somewhere is a place
Where words cut wisely the queue, like beads
Which permeate the thread.

A place which carries only the big hearts
Which relish the love like angels the heaven
The seasons are not afraid to naturally come
And the air is conveyed as breath, ensouls the eternity
In journalists’ lines are only poems
And the war is a were distant thought.

I want a place where people die for ideals
And live in the myth of the generations to come
While the years challenge theirselves, but not the time
The humans move away from perfection, but know how to forgive.

Tears weigh on the eye, everywhere with the some pain
One ray lightens the universe
I need to believe that there are still human beings
Following the virtue…

Let me hope that there is some place
Where the human is willing to act as HUMAN…

And let this be an unreturned dream!

Irsa Ruçi is an Albanian Writer, Speechwriter and Lecturer who has received numerous awards, and whose books include Trokas mbi ajër (poems and essays), 2008 and Pështjellim (poetry), 2010. Read other articles by Irsa.