Whispers-Tyran Prizren Spahiu


Your name I do whisper to freshness of the night


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 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.

Tyran Prizren Spahiu

Poetic volume

The Bohemian