Miroslava Odalovic Poems

This world is not a matter
A dead transition from an earth into a breath
From a breath into an earth
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I quote the mornings and awakening
And a sunbeam exploding in a treetop
I quote an old hope between my lips
And the fall of the sun down the abysses of the twilight
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I'll rest on this sunbeam for as long as I can
For it's the sunbeam made of human eyes
To see through the specters the truth seekers guides
Down the dust of centuries beauty stolen time
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Oh Merry come here
The whispering crowd
For you a dropp of peace will shed
Oh Merry be still
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restless did you go
through the clouds and storms
drip dropp did you flow
like river lines the veins of earth
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Surprise the sun surprise for the glow
For all the things that were not meant to be
The day's not a word
Cannot take it back
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That quiver in the leaves slightly slanting down
You live like a rhyme
Eternally energized by beautiful minds
That cling to your side and sleep in your lap
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Who said communism is dead?
I used to believe that too
as Marxism is no longer my school subject
and I am no longer Big Death Zoo object
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he's got the eyes of a child
he builds wings closed spaces
unsettled trace of a nest
innocently astonished at the thorns
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</>no sunlight to shed
no smell of burdock oil
no trace to be led
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