Let It Be In The Sight Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Let It Be In The Sight



and the mind that's closing the eyes
reaching for the soft slopes of mountains
walking through the valleys to the side
of the fountains cut off from the edge of a drop
to sprinkle horizons with a moist grain of salt
rising on a dried out lip and see
the waves of deserts in sun burnt skin
a lonely surfer born in tide wind
who never looked for a piece of the shore

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exceptionally beautiful especially the sixth line turn into the imagery of the last three lines, a beautiful way to finish the dreaming

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