Miroslava Odalovic Poems

What i know is no longer a memory
but a foreboding in the depths of a whirl

ono što znam više nije sjećanje
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One doesn't live with their century
suspicion goes beyond possibilities
it's enough to merely take measures
and ask questions deep in the webs
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My waiting heavier than the shadow
It pulls the silence into infinity
It opens the forests of questions
There-the lakes are burning
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from me you'll hear an echo
the telegraph of a forest in fear

and believe me
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At the colourless bottom
delivering the roundness
the entrance is given
to victimized children
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Mediocrity is the mother of kitsch

mediokritet je majka kica
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Trust the seasons and they will come
to change your dresses temporal facets
in rich abundance of life enshrined
paradise on earth to be found
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the seventh son of the seven's father
the seventh father of the seventh mother
he dwells in towers the month will reveal
like a moonlit scar in the sky
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Seek the light shimmering light
a deep look below the bottom quivers
so are the dizzy whirls of a soul
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Salut mon Dieu
je te salut
ce sont été les yeux
les yeux de ton enfant
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