WHISPERS

Tyran Prizren Spahiu

WHISPERS Your name I do whisper to freshness of the night wishing warm welcome to morning smile my Lady easy stepping entered the castle life got resurrected magic of love wrapped me sounds of silence whispered the divine words of lust. * The prince's charm poured down to the stairs of the fortress wide shoulder covered the dreamy Lady as easy as the swallow feather moved to the room of pleasure white bed covered with silk embroidered with the golden sheet bridal dress yarns dressing the floor of the maiden's fireplace.

Poetic volume The Bohemian