Miroslava Odalovic (Montenegro)

i had this dropp full of ocean
but i have spilled it oh quite too soon
heart swelled flew colours of devotion
a rose it rose in an open bud bloom

now come and smell it kiss the petals dewed
it's all made of water deep in its root it's sewed
by a too late love drowned on banks of pain
by a too late love and never again