GEORGE GORDON BYRON
Walks in Beauty, lyrical art masterpiece,
harsh feather, heavily hits poets
time when Child was born Harrold,
admitted itself-critical beauty.
Tepelena* mansions, proud with the visit
diary in verses, followed with curiosity,
that cold winter morning
born the name Byron, the friend of Albanians.
Rhyme, strongly drunks even a time,
welcomed from Albania, flow the strophes,
dressed in traditional costume
proudly in hand holding hanger.
Darkness is, soul suffers for music
under the sounds of harp kneeled is to the Lady,
says… if any residual tear is still,
heartbroken hosts mistress before leaving.
The last poem at the age of thirty-seven,
requires silent tranquility, love,
fire still burns in his chest
wanting lust crown, by no means chain of flames.
Tepelena*- Albania
Tyran Prizren Spahiu
@all rights reserved..
diary in verses, followed with curiosity,
that cold winter morning
born the name Byron, the friend of Albanians.
Rhyme, strongly drunks even a time,
welcomed from Albania, flow the strophes,
dressed in traditional costume
proudly in hand holding hanger.
Darkness is, soul suffers for music
under the sounds of harp kneeled is to the Lady,
says… if any residual tear is still,
heartbroken hosts mistress before leaving.
The last poem at the age of thirty-seven,
requires silent tranquility, love,
fire still burns in his chest
wanting lust crown, by no means chain of flames.
Tepelena*- Albania
Tyran Prizren Spahiu
@all rights reserved..
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