Miroslava Odalovic Poems

when a filled up space of sorrow
a jigsaw of mixed emotions
cried for emptiness
more tolerable than pain
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I log I feel an urge
to delet everything I've posted
and instead I start writing
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paint my hands in dragons
paint my back in windings
paint my arms in lightening
paint my neck in anks
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Ce n’est pas important
On dis, mon Dieu
Parfois, je pense, mais
Je veux dire avec une question
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The birds of flight, my love
The dawn bathes the faces
The faces of love, my love
The dawn sways the seas
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Sorrow inflicted and crying in pain
My hand it burns even to touch
My mind it burns to hear your shouts scattered
Across the sunsets again and again
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Just what will she ask today
And where will the answers be written
Riddled and puzzled untying knots
Lasso leashed in stamping question herds
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Turned into small bowls with fullness opening
Wing spread openness the thought ajar
It beats in the birds runs in waterfalls
The home of crossroads in its heart
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Hail a wave do come here
Give foam of sighs in mother’s milk
Hail a wave please no fear
Won’t touch your hidden fibers of silk
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Last night I asked the drop
what nobody had dared to ask before
I said
come on, isn't it time you washed my face
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