Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 87 Points (Montenegro)

The Night Is A Stranger/Noc Je Stranac - Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

He takes away my hands
He takes away my eyes
He takes away my hair
He gifts a handshake
He gifts a sight
He gifts a wind

I always stay emptied
In his beauty full

He's a secret dressed
In foams of silent seas
In my heart's tide

He comes back with each Moon
In hours disguised
To life me again

Noć je stranac
Odnosi mi ruke
Odnosi mi oči
Odnosi mi kosu
Poklanja rukovanje
Poklanja pogled
Poklanja vjetar

Ostajem uvijek ispražnjena
U njegovoj ljepoti puna

On je tajna obučena
U pjenu tihih mora
U plimi mog srca

Vraća se s Mjesecom
U sate prerušen
Iznova da me oživotvori

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 3, 2012

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