Miroslava Odalovic Poems

transferred the silences
raft across the rivers
kept rowing with bare hands
downfall water foam
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To
A lady vase with a handle resting on a hip
Another one plucking a dried out flower out
With round sad tits clever and sad enough
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In a single heart
My pen eating blue
A paper paling white
The means of all the skin
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My body embraced in a single stone
Touching the surface of a plunge deep sky
To die there hard faceless alone
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The night I took away your blues
To spill it behind you as a sign of good luck
You said- your iris- your iris quivering
It stole a dropp right from a well
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You eye
Deaf mute
You blind crying
You blast
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Should not speak in hair outgrowing the hours
Tense in a verse it's woken up at dawn
It ties it with a cloud at the sky made scales
It breathes the sound it paints a sign
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He takes away my hands
He takes away my eyes
He takes away my hair
He gifts a handshake
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The moss being turned into a green tide
Making all things look so lost and sad
The sun's heart's open got nothing to hide
Though the piano rains in adagio fled
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as I have given it to you
trying to name you after a moonbeam
trying to name you after a dream
of a silver thread weaving you all long
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