Melting Colors

by Vangjel Canga

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  I, who wanted you so much

  To come and visit my cafe,

  Looked for the flower motif -

  I looked for my invitation

  -

  I looked for it among books and songs

  I looked for it among people

  I looked for it among garden flowers -

  Libraries, and festivals, and nature

  I asked the wind -

  Where had it sent the letter

  I asked the fragrance -

  For people it had met

  -

  I asked the colors -

  What human eyes they saw

  I asked the flowers -

  For children they had hugged

  Flowers - as gentle, naive children

  Simply looked at me with wonder -

  The people? - they were busy -

  The libraries were silent -

  -

  But I that sent it - then -

  Got it all back - inside me -

  Through melancholic days

  Spent in arranging feelings -