Miroslava Odalovic Poems

the whisper of the terrible sun
burning the thought
the morning that is bathed
in God's Mercy
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about the sun I do not talk to the rays
I let them touch me I let them warm me
and I never never say a word
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Did you on that day when the sky cut
Stood fearfully beyond the earth of Void
A voiceless thought to spill
With the light the lightning when you
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then I saw and we knew
a single light spark
buried unlit
a single breath mark
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O tebi ne govorim ljudima jer shvatili ne bi
O tebi govorim
Tek listu kad lomno padne na tlo
Sumraku kad te razlije u boje
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Never meant to
Call the twilight though I knew the beams
Peaceful soothing lulling asleep
Amidst the broken daylight's hands
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I took the raven out for a walk
I watched the mud turn to the stones
I taught each parrot nuances of talk
I brushed the uniforms of all the dead clones
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reading through the lore
many an eye closed in sleep

each grain each stone an earthly ore
a vision swept in a nightly weep
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deep in the thoughts I thought
I should be travelling
I should be travelling
travelling for long
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upon the daylight bright and gleams
and joys that reached the climax peaks
there dwells disburdened heart of my song
I'll take it forsake it and sing it along
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