My Poem For My City

Its about the Capital of Albania,Tirana

My Poem For My City 

Summer has forgotten returning this time

Birds have peregrinated and haven't come

And living things have forgotten they live

Skies are covered from strange clouds

Every day they block the light of the sun

Rain is so cold and the wind is so strong

Appropriate weather for a cold ice built city

For the place without any believing dreams

The famous place that inquisition of value  is real

Author's Note

what can I say, this is how I feel when I walk in your streets my dear city.

Reviews

[Linda alexander]

Great write, clear expressions, enjoyed

[Erjon Mann]

thanks very much for the review. i really appreciate it.

[Linda alexander]

You welcome, take care

[Penny]

Well, the poem is good. Frankly, I really love the wiintry cold picture you have described in the verse. I think you have used projection in the text, the atmosphere to me doesn't feel as gloomy as you percieve it. Still, a nice write.

[Erjon Mann]

thanks...Its just cold feeling verses

[Penny]

Hmm.. my pleasure.