I Am A Verse Chiseled In The Stone Of Silence Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

A millstone spinning the wheels that grinds
A chiseled myself solid and painful
A flat pebble slapping
A peaceful water surface
Looking for a bottom a bird to become
Destruction of a verse built within the walls
Written over by the graffiti of nonsense
The unwalk of words on terraces put
Trodden by the innocent ignorance
Stoned by thought stood by paper
Whiteness that forgives everything
Too strong no one has killed me yet