Miroslava Odalovic Poems

with a snowflake a raindropp a whirlwind a cloud dust
I think of you

with newly born stars and those dying out
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I was not born because you died
And I'm not the dawn
because you wanted to be the twilight
And I'm not a stone statue
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The moon flower has lights on her kneecaps
Kissed by the beams galaxies stranding
Across the milk ways breast fed in her laps
Sleepless in each glimmer that's landing
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If a forever means to be apart

Or slams the door with a sound of never
Locked within the pieces of a broken heart
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when I do nothing nothing just thinking thoughts
each thought cornered counterpointed
dissipates silence breaking seals of the impossible
evaluations scramble upon the civic minds
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He daily delivers himself
A memory painted onto a canvas
A moon beam resting in the river mouth
A brush stroke testing the length of a shadow
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That quiver in the leaves slightly slanting down
You live like a rhyme
Eternally energized by beautiful minds
That cling to your side and sleep in your lap
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Who said communism is dead?
I used to believe that too
as Marxism is no longer my school subject
and I am no longer Big Death Zoo object
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he's got the eyes of a child
he builds wings closed spaces
unsettled trace of a nest
innocently astonished at the thorns
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</>no sunlight to shed
no smell of burdock oil
no trace to be led
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