Miroslava Odalovic (Montenegro)
Step splintered walk through the sun
Who drew those feet like two lonely leaves
That never heard for each other
By a rootless tree
Who blew the wind
Into the sight of those
Black ashen eyes spreading over
The water that rests in a Sunday morn
Who tied that hair
And with which hands
Which fingers dragged
The ties into naught.
Like an accord of the distant music
Spreading horizons into merging hues
Splitting earth sky border
This thin line thinning even more
Up to the point of not ever being recognized
But still somehow breaking the heart
Once in accord
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