Miroslava Odalovic Poems

Nothing can utter life
Neither the growth of grass leaves
In which love draws the circles of creation
Nor the whisper of water in which
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You kissed but for a day
And eyes glittering hope of the future
That there was no time to fulfill
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The eyes those are the windows
The lips those are the doors
Just a bit of a hat for a roof
The arms and hands those are the yards
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And put them
Unto the hand of Chrone
Measure their insides
Count them down
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Abyss count of time final down
Building the hours into the sandstorms
Shadow worn faces darkness born traces
Abyss measure spaces final out
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Within the mists beyond the edges of dawn
I will begin the song of love
The sunshine will be inside
A dandalion blown in the breath of daybreak
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For you are Love
Our hands were as fragile as a dream
You came in the name of Hope
For you are Hope
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it is super magic
anti-superstitious
and awfully delicious
dropp of AIR
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oh we were so
set about the words
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