Olimpia Sarb

Disposition - Poem by Olimpia Sarb

My soul floats ceaselessly,
as a fluid bird,
to your sunny lands.
And I’m amazed
at the will I have
not to brim over
my bird-like margins
as if it were
the rousing thrill
of a miracle.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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