Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 43 Points (Montenegro)

The Walking Thunder My Brother/Grom Koji Hoda Moj Brat - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

The walking thunder my brother
He breathes whatever the fire can se
Foretells his own flame

The walking thunder my brother
An echo of a bigiining thunders across the mountains
To stop the silence of the world

The walking thunder my brother
He lets the rains go down
For a dropp of life to fall


Grom koji hoda moj brat
Diše sve što vatra vidi
Sopstveni proriče plamen

Grom koji hoda riječ
Prolomi planinom eho početka
Ćutanje svijeta da stane

Grom koji hoda moj dan
Kiše pušta u pad
Kaplja života da kane

©Miroslava Odalovic


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 9, 2012



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