Miroslava Odalovic Poems

All the things that brought us home
We took them for awhile
Gently to the heart
Gently to the breast
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a being sentences to be a measure of a universe
is a marginal artist always on the edge
of a 'neath-beyond-abyss
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what else can be heard
when you lend an ear to the sounds
a laughter behind crying
a whisper of love behind the screams of hate
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the hunger thinks the rice
can chew both skin and bone
the hunger thinks it's nice
to eat although forlorn
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mercy thirst
of an eye watching
the change of its passion
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Once we run over all the dreams
We'll be sleeping in lots of reality

Jednom kad pogazimo sve snove
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A bullet proof thought
Pushed away determines the edges of a goal
A life style built on the margins of its own lie
Hardly overcoming a life form
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university paintings

a knowledge heaven expelled dream
a medicine a bit of poison
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of flowers don't forget their roots
unpicked their fragrance gives birth to your breath
untouched their colours know the deepest blue
not searched for they come like wild lambs
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open your eyes for the Twilight
look there comes down the whole presence
to be in silence
an omnipresent non-thought and beyond-pain
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