Miroslava Odalovic Poems

You’ve got no more wings
For you’re a bird promised
In a sky that never promised nests
You learn the flight in vain
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I wish the numbers could break even
there would much more to put
to the days months and years
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Passion
Poetry
Lightening
Sleepless nights
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Busy wizzy likes to move it
Busy wizzy likes to prove it

‘I want to make a figure to hail
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If there’s a hand a soft bottom call
Autumns of rain autumns of gold
In each leaf the soul beauty enfolds
And it’s not dying just fallen asleep
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Certainly attainable
Once masked off
The root of the heart
Might explain
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</>...will never learn the hands that have swum it
unless it is taught tears to cry
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Now let’s take this lie make it you and I
A single sonnet in stripes of zebra hides
That ride the waves of black and white tides
Take bits of word bullets for a love to die
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