The Edge Of Memory Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

The Edge Of Memory



Where it dwells and multiplies
and where it creates a peace
where it foretells with the strength of its lips
an eternal change of everything
a surreal call where it enfolds
the hell paved in time
it’s the nest to the hands and the migration of the heart
and the edge of memory

©Miroslava Odalovic

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