Miroslava Odalovic Poems

The thing standing by the well
Is not looking for a song
It wants a beat an echo and a fall
It wants a bottom bucket rope the water
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Found the way to the utmost
Have you
Missions superstitious
Ignition localized
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Nosi me kamen zemljom oko vrata
S kamenom rođen već sam teret svijeta
Sezamska ćutnja sopstvenih vrata
S pticom u kamenu bez krila i leta
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In all torn arrays the wisdom fell
Ragged and dusty like the roads it took
It sounded apeace like a church and its bell
And the highest steeple that can take a look
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Baby's got blue eyes
Tomorrow I'll be blue as well
Baby-he's made out of lies
Tomorrow I'll have no colour to tell
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Zaiskriš li pod tišinom
Vatrom tihom gaziš svijet
Prodišeš li ko pod tminom
Pod njom čekaš neboplet
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U plavoj kući vrtova kobi
Pčela je pronašla cvijet
Da tiho zgasne u zloj dobi
Kad žaokom probode svijet
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beautiful blue diamonds bring
a lapis lazuli angel clad
and bread of golden yeast
breading the words of mouth
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