Miroslava Odalovic Poems

Oči vične čekanju u rascvaloj vodi
Uminuo privid u snazi talasa
Na dlanu mi sjever jutro mu hodi
Zvukom se u srcu praporac bjelasa
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the cards pf chance
space mix time in a pack

look at the picaro furious
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I appreciate your instant reply
I judge-it's not correct

For the thing shivering in my heart
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Portmanteaux thoughts golden shots
Platform Zoo animal freaks
Golden cages of golden chicks
Promo prosti- insti- tuition
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wasted
like paper wasted for the cells to whiten
sprinkling the soul onto the wall
permanently graphed tainted blood
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Where's the palm of a hand
To warm the lines against the snowflakes
To draw this love into a touch
And spill my heart across the rivers
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You cried to the waters
‘Why don't you finally drown? '
You sang to the moon
The white tunes of unhuman untainted
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some people base their true story lines
on too many movies they have that have been seen
cliched scenarios most of the family friends etc.
feel comfortable with sympathetic with
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I know the colour of the night
for I am the colour of the night
I dress it in whiteness
it dies out in a snowflake
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Crone
A big watchmaker
Clocked endlessness
Within the circle of his own limits
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