Treasure Island

Miroslava Odalovic



no wings to wait for an initiation time
the birds were listening to the beat of their own hearts
with their nest in clouds with eyes never bespoken
by the servants of speech whose words will fall apart
when the rites of passage end in a single line

Submitted: Sunday, March 02, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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