Embrace-Zagrljaj Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Like ash burned in blood
the hair will break out in nests
the though left ajar by the willows
will lower the boughs to the water
oblivion to drink

the wells will echo the deep silence
the delusions of dawn will step into an abyss
I will be drowned in forebodings
the thought left ajar by the cloud
will be blown away by the winter wind

like living whispers getting restless within
the axes of war will echo in sleep
i will be turned into hands
I will be turned into a touch
and perhaps into an embrace

kao pepeo krvlju sagorena
u gnijezdima osvanuće mi kosa
misao odškrinuta brezama
spustiće granje do ode
zaborav da ispije

ćutanjem dubokim odzvanjaće bunari
prividi sitanja zakoračiće u bezdan
u njima će me utopiti slutnje
misao odškrinutu oblakom
oduvaće sjeverac

kao šapati živi nemirni unutra
sjekire ratne odzvanjaće u snu
pretvoriću se u ruke
pretvoriću se u dodir
i možda u zagrljaj