Inexpressibility Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Inexpressibility



Nothing can utter life
Neither the growth of grass leaves
In which love draws the circles of creation
Nor the whisper of water in which
The ripples are endlessly destroyed
Neither the strength of the mountains
Doubling the strength of forests into an echo
Nor being silent before the element
Which is closest to singing

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