Hands in desire
Have swum through the mires
Handprints just building the wall
Face broken mask
Now speaks through the dusks
‘You will be your own fall’
Heart in despair
You’ll no longer be there
Footprints are closing the hall
Crossed by the vast sky
The roads stand still split
Like the heart that still beats scarlet
Just as the root is
Fed on the soil dear
Delusion I am fed on you
I’ll try to move on
Equally torn though
Born in your heart’s memory
I’ll try to move on
Cling to the beams so
Perhaps the days will come to me
©Miroslava Odalović
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