My Peace In Restlessness-Moj Mir U Nemiru Poem by Miroslava Odalovic
My Peace In Restlessness-Moj Mir U Nemiru
mercy thirst
of an eye watching
the change of its passion
the pages are tearing the meaning apart
there's a verse pushed afar
in a grain of silence
it's being born the way I am
always young and silent
moj mir u nemiru
žedj za pomilovanjem
oka što smotri
mijenu svoje strasti
stranice trgaju smisao
u zrnu je cutnje skrajnut jedan stih
radja se k'o i ja
uvijek mlad i tih
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