Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 87 Points (Montenegro)

I’ll Leave The Breathings Below The Horizon (Nafaka) - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Let them be a border of life
The sky is an encircled space
Ocasionally opening the cages of existence
For a hungry restlessness
To run away

I’ll leave the words cut
within the circles of waiting
To be a heritage of life
Like a thunder made of silence
I’ll be burned by passion
Shut the gates of sense
Open the gates of love


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 28, 2011



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