I Never Really Took What I’d Found Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

I Never Really Took What I’d Found



The layers of dust I left
Before the first morn birth
Think to dance even upon the tombs
Was a call of the cradle
Cast the dirge into echoes
To swell with laughter clouds
To the point of no return

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