Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 87 Points (Montenegro)

My House Was Not There - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

when the walls came down
and it was someone else for whom
the wind in windmills moved
and when the cyclone grew beyond the waters
to suck in deep within those maddened drops
my house had already been ruined in my heart
my doors had already been shut
my windows had already been closed
they opened in the sky

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 10, 2011

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