Waiting

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Poems by Ismail Kadare
Waiting
The phone is taking a nap before your arrival
The lampshades hang silently over the reception
The monsters on the carpet of the room dozed quietly

Ora kaloi
You were late
The lampshade light became bad
As he was killed, his phone fell down and he could not breathe
Now the monsters started moving
Behold, they are waking up with curly hair on the carpet

You will definitely come to calm everything down.