Miroslava Odalovic Poems

beautiful blue diamonds bring
a lapis lazuli angel clad
and bread of golden yeast
breading the words of mouth
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a mother with a childless lap
raped on an assembly line
I can't wipe away the tears
from your cold beloved cheeks
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anima blanca
unwritten dust
who is trying to run away from you
drawning you deep within a lake
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Not a single thing could comprise
The secret geography of this body
Limbs stretching close alive
Hands weaving the lines fingers apart
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Progledana svitanjem
Misao beskraja tutnji
U srcu stoji žena sa kosom
U srcu stoji žena i njena smrt
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les explications
d'un ou d'autre
les mots que demandent
de toi a toi parler clairement
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i knew one day i'd recognise my wings
i knew the heart would start beating faster
i'd say it in a whisper a night vaguely heard
i'd see you there when first wings wide open
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it takes a memory that runs over itself
to get to learn and endless southern rhythm
it takes a fire that burns itself down
to get to know an ocean wave
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whatever there is in me
there it is also in you
the difference might be
in the number of gifts
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