Treasure Island

Miroslava Odalovic

(Montenegro)

Here Comes The Sun


The earth is green but given to none
Who suckles the breast with no milk to find
Hypnobirth's a sleep child of no embrace
No ID passport no border no face

Here comes the sun here comes the sun

The earth is the servant no one has won
Its oceans are wisdoms too huge to swim
Cradle the laps entomb the shots
Spread the sails fasten the knots

Here comes the sun here comes the sun

The earth is self healed and ready to shun
The offspring of its stray master kind
Like a dead broken line set on a cup brim
Like children of a game swayed in their whim

Here comes the sun here comes the sun

Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 27, 2013

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