Burn the shadows down the road
‘cause the the road is pretty much the same
As those shadows that would be burnt
Homeless whispers with tears falling down
I comfort hope this really sad sorrow sad eyes
Will close down in a dream
Butterflies hanging down the hair made of gold
Golden autumn grounds of streets that wind
My finger rings of crackling flames
Good night a family
Sleep thee well my dear …
‘What was really going on was a hide? In your dreams? Good night.’
©Miroslava Odalović
Well written.... Fantastic poem... Hope in sad or mad mind may slip to sip dreams.. Wonderful poem
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Road is pretty but shadows down the road. Homeless whispers with tear in eyes. This is so sad really. Every one should have a home really! Golden autumn still grounds the streets. Butterflies sing amazingly. All creatures should sleep well and take rest. Nice goodnight message is transferred to the family! This poem is amazingly and brilliantly penned...10