Miroslava Odalovic

Rookie - 43 Points (Montenegro)

Ј у т р о р а з о д ј е в а д р в е ћ е /The morning undresses the trees


У п а д у л и ш ћ а о д г у р н у т к о р ј е н с т о ј и
Ј е р н и ш т а н е ћ е д а љ е о д т л а
Н и о н а и с п о д р а з г р а н а т а
П о д з е м н а к р и л а з е м љ е
Г р ч е в и т и м ж и л и ц а м а ш т о д р ж е п р о т и ц а њ а
Д а с е н е р а с п у у г р у м е н у
Т а к о и д е и д е с в е

The morning undresses the trees
In the fall of leaves the root stands pushed away
And nothing will move farther than the soil
Not even those branched below
Underground wings of earth
Spasmodically keeping the currents
Not to dissolve within the grains
This is the way everything moves

©Miroslava Odalović

Submitted: Sunday, October 09, 2011
Edited: Friday, October 14, 2011

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