Miroslava Odalovic Poems

buy your sells
sell your spells
and make a brand new toy
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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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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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Me too
through the broken nails
can scratch unwritten walls
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</>both the twilight thorns
and good flowers of dawn

torn apart dressed
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they've got smiles
cute cushions comfortable homes
loving husbands and wives
the children who can spell
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You fearful and strong
Drew the lines across the palm
Prolonged the drawing into the sight
Of morning wisdoms dew drops see through
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Stone alone hide the unity of the soul
Self centre chiseled in many a form
Partake the centre of the universe
Alone
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In trying to get all the clues
What living might be about
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