Miroslava Odalovic


Tambourine violin

Jovana smile a smile
the river flows
the river is deep
the drops are the pearls of the sounds

Jovana speak a word
the word is slow
the word is tender and soft

like the river where it flows
like the river that is deep
like drops the pearls of the sounds

Jovana feel a feel
the home is close
the step is loose

like the river where it flows
like the river that is deep
like the drops the pearls of
your smiles
your words
your mother
your father
tambourine violin

they are waiting for you
your love is waiting for you

Submitted: Saturday, December 29, 2012
Edited: Saturday, December 29, 2012

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  • Thomas A Robinson (1/7/2013 7:56:00 AM)

    sad poem of possible future.The rivers continuous flow and loves continuing theme cobines
    to give the reader a perpetual endurance of both. (Report) Reply

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