Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 86 Points (Montenegro)

Mind That Sir - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

she stands
with white hands clasping the black of the eve
the first I think it might be like last - she stands

she moves
with traceless feet through the dusk to conceive
the first to be born child with the day last - she moves

she stares
with eyes glittering against the stars - Sir- never for them
to bury her own shade into the earth like a precious gem

that never wants to be lost
that never wants to be found

mind that - Sir
before you turn around

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 9, 2013

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