Olimpia Sarb

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My heart is a sad ballerina,
Happiness is leaving
Her fluid movements.
Who will come to dance
...

You are
My Rainbow Angel.
You reflect your full colours in me.
My heart becomes - for your sake -
...

I will never forget my Dad.
When I was a child,
He used to walk with me, sometimes, through the city, by taking my hand into his,
And telling me about all the hills
...

The photographer of dreams
Lures me
In the dark room of Imagination.
'Have a seat, Madam!
...

You want to put a red flower in the loneliness of my hair.
But my hair isn’t long enough
To become a frame for your beautiful flower.
Your hand has to wait, your fingers need to sigh
...

I read properly a book on parents,
That kind book in which parents talk about life
...

Hey, wind, you have no power, have no power,
No matter how long you shout, my children
cannot hear you.
You tumble over the world, overthrow the oceans, catch the sky in your greedy mouth
...

You may love anything in another woman,
The windmills sleeping in her eyes,
The tragic winds sneaking under her soles.
You may love the yellowish feline she hides in her breath,
...

I can not see the world, I do not want to feel it,
You're all over me, alive, innocent, pure,
You live in my breath,
In the air dance that gives me life,
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Let's look out of the window, baby boy of the unvoiced island,
Let's put our elbows on the sill, let's grasp our cheeks
With our hands, and raise the left shoulder slightly,
In a tender-like game,
...

This poem slept in my heart
Before I gave it a name,
Before my hands and my longing
Sent it in your way.
...

A wonderful poem - Einstein’s thought:
Darkness is nothing but the absence of Light.
But Darkness takes no denial in a poem.
Loneliness does not exist, I say,
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My Heart knows more than Words can speak,
My Arms know more than Heart desires,
My Eyes know more than Arms can bring,
My Self knows craving in the Fires.
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In my soul - an unforgiving clock,
All the things of this world - in a hurry,
Time should disappear, I wish,
At least today,
...

16.

On remembering.
I was walking through
an orchard
overcrowded with plum,
...

I am writing about you,
my beloved,
but you keep asking yourself
what is happening
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My soul floats ceaselessly,
as a fluid bird,
to your sunny lands.
And I’m amazed
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I will silently touch
your lips
when coming,
like a butterfly
...

Don’t shout, I implore you,
my ear drums only feel
my disposition for
unspoken sounds
...

The Best Poem Of Olimpia Sarb

The Way I Love

All my thoughts are
Love letters
Sent to you.

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