There's The World By Mercy Created Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

There's The World By Mercy Created



That thunders through the rain
To turn the houses into little dots of existence
That eat their own pictures within a space

The dropp is a vague silence
The space of a place all soaking wet
Washed in the rhythm
Within the word of wounds
Each whisper in Mercy remembers
Its soul's dwelling in blood

©Miroslava Odalovic

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