Blitz Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Blitz



Sky shifted
Focused
Rifling lens sifts
Spits of bullets
Across a no hide
Spot targets shot
In fields of masterminds

All you ever wanted was
To see your children
In Heaven

©Miroslava Odalovic

Saturday, December 17, 2011
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