Miroslava Odalovic Poems

our stars have trodden all the milk paths
spilled like dust for the souls to split
heaven and earth and the hell in stones cast
learn every single pebble in its aftermaths
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It's written in here all that hurts
it's written in here all that laughs
it's written in here all that wants
it's written in here all that waits
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the whip of your love
opened the wounds ripe for the blood
the bitterness of your lips
it opened the thought for a death
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no road for this map
no train for this ticket
I've got nothing
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a little life I write
under the fingertips
sharpening the rulers
opening the compasses
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when the winds denied the air
the fences broke set the rivers free
into infinity
the sorrowed stirred the rainbow colours
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the sunflowers will fly away
there will be a candle on a sill
from the cups now filled with salt
the yearning will flow into the sea
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I've pushed the borders
I left the stations
The trains are equally sad
The passengers equally busy
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within the twiligth beside the willows
I stood the light
with the hope almost dying
under the fingertips
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Baby bee n times I can be a rapper
Can't help sometimes gotta go flapper
Sorry for spelli too mini a skirt
Too mini a brain too tight a shirt
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