Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 46 Points (Montenegro)

U Ruci Prolaznika-In The Hand Of A Passer By... - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

sometimes in the hand of a passer by
i can recognize the peace of a madrigal
when he slowly raises it to wave
to what he cannot reach
and say
'wait,
because everything is moving away from me
but for an inch fuller this world is coming to sense
and for a moment warmer it'll heat the moors'

ponekad u ruci prolaznika
mogu da prepoznm mir madrigala
kad polako podiže šaku
da mahne za nedostižnim
da kaže 'čekaj
jer sve mi odlazi
no za pedalj puniji
smislu se približava ovaj svijet
i za trenutak topliji
zagrijaće močvare


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 2, 2013


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