Miroslava Odalovic Poems

‘My dream is to fly
Over the rainbow so high’
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To my sister friend Yelena, a star that shines for the others (2007)

With the smell of your own blood
Tuck the twilights into the nests
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it's April the seventh
and I'm April the seventh
with drops of rain beating my heart away
with drops of wine dried in my mouth
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she thought she was in some kind of Paris
some kind of Venice or a Granade
but OMG this poor Granny
was walking in a dying beauty shade
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the babushka night with thousands of lunas inside
growing from a granny to a little girl’s sickle moon
cutting through the night as guilty of a night as charged
even though the stars don’t know that as yet
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Something happened
Somebody said
He didn’t know how
He didn’t know when
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I was born as a child of light
and I deliver the rainbow children
with the smile of the lake in which
love and peace are bathing
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‘The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
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Come to the places of dawns and its sights
Forgotten and fragile they will fall apart
Come to the seaboard of visions enlighten
God given truths and the realms of Glory
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