Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 46 Points (Montenegro)

A Game Of Drunken Ashes/Igra Pijanog Pepela - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

A drunken dawn to hope I drink
won't know the smile to you does go
for you I'll pray of you will I think
send a curse of hell I will never show

my whisper behind your back unheard
a touch untouched by your hand
a burden of darkness placed in one word
secretly counting the grains of sand

the crumbs of my dawn from your brow
deep darkness will hide my shame
loudly shall I drink and silently bow
of drunken ashes it just a game






nazdravljam jutru s pijanom nadom
da ne znas da osmjeh ka tebi hodi
i da te kunem uzavrelim hadom
i molitvu sklapam u tvojoj vodi

da ne cujes sapat kad za tobom blijedi
dodir nedotaknut dodirom tvoji
da ne znas da ruka tmine mi cijedi
brojanice noci tiho kad brojim

i nazdravljam tmini zato sto skriva
mrve mog osvita sa tvoga cela
nazdravljam bucno jer sve sto biva
samo je igra pijanog pepela

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 3, 2013


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