Mountain Silence
The lyres, head to head,
Like eagles in a stormy sky,
Mourn the silence...
With the mountain,
An ancient, eternal grandfather, they commune.
High, so high, on cliffs and crags,
They spark
For the exiles journeying to foreign lands...
Their hearts,
Heavy with sorrow,
For those
Who die far away,
Who never return,
Gone forever.
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Author:
Sami Mulaj (
Offline) - Published: May 15th, 2025 22:39
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This poem seems to be about exiles that die far from their place of birth. A lovely write about what is home and what leads us to leave it. I ask myself are we not all exiles? Loved the poem
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A well written piece around people exiled from their homelands, sometimes never to return, and question the reasons why, enjoyed the read
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