Treasure Island

Miroslava Odalovic

(Montenegro)

Gloria's Song


Spill the rhythm and stamp it out
touch my golden blades

cast your charms don't stand in doubt
beneath the mountain shades

widen the bridges narrow your street
and we'll be where all time is spilled

this is the place where we will meet
once you've cut the knots of guilt

some come to me I'll come to all doors
and cut all the paths of the Moon

drink to my steps I'll drink to yours
and we'll be out there soon

Submitted: Saturday, June 29, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 25, 2013

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