Miroslava Odalovic (Montenegro)

Brought to the place
Where no solitude hurts
The moment outpoured
Into the heart
Loneliness fed by each forgotten
Long living art
Like a glass magnified
In each particle of dust
Like a lady beyond the twilight
Like a man walking through the sunflowers
Like a child turning towards the sun
Like a cup half filled
Half betrayed in emptiness
Like a magic wand stirring the water
Into the ripples of light