Thy Death Seek Not Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Thy Death Seek Not



</>a bottom haunt
each thing sought
brought to naught

seeker's side blind
by mill stone ground
closed eye human kind
eye sages frozen
ginz mindel ris virm
bliss minder kiss hymn
the comfort of a lore
sad sagacious harle-kin mime
sorrow closing the door

the thruth no longer there
the moment it's been grabbed
the grasp no longer dared
heart broken been stabbed

a bottom haunt
each thing sought
brought to naught

thy death seek not

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