Miroslava Odalovic Poems

Top shirts are ironed in a big shot style
Disinfected fingers disinfected smile
Hand in hand polished policies acquire
Cliff cut hairs when the straights are dire
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‘The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
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Come to the places of dawns and its sights
Forgotten and fragile they will fall apart
Come to the seaboard of visions enlighten
God given truths and the realms of Glory
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The marks of sorrow
Scar the faceless sky
Each cloud a wound
Each wound a sign
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If you want a still life
Do not forget to plant a death head by the bowl
Possibly a torn ear to take a hint
At what the noise deceased was thinking
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I'm coming I'm coming home
To your heart
(Really don't know where I heard this)
I'm coming back with every step
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r u a letter unsigned
a no name private number sms
I sometimes receive late at night
if so your face is not more than a mask
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actually it was a mad cat
with the saddest hat in the world
pinned between two ears
a rushing rabbit's habit
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try breathing in fresh morns
before their expiry dates
best before you start a walk
on any track you find utmost
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</>both the twilight thorns
and good flowers of dawn

torn apart dressed
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