Inspired by the Albanian song Lule Lule sung by the Barcelona Gipsy Balkan Orchestra. However, the narrative in my poem is very much different from that of the original song.
i could not find you when we were leaving,
i could not bid you one last goodbye …
oh little flower, oh little flower,
i saw you by the roadside
on our way out of town,
going to the far border
where guns are pounding,
where shriek from men
even reach the blue sky
oh little flower, oh little flower,
i’ll carry your beauty in my pocket,
please pray for me so my courage
will be frozen when i face death,
and your eyes will be the last sight
i’ll see as we run to race
desperately with our lives
oh little flower, oh little flower,
in front of these brave men
i’m afraid i cannot cry,
i can only think of the roadside
far from the border where i saw you,
where i did all my crying,
where last i cried
oh little flower, oh little flower,
i feel no pain, i feel a beautiful life,
i see you now, i feel your eyes,
i feel the gentle touch of your hands,
i’m resting where fighting has lulled,
you’re singing beside me
with tears in your eyes
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