Sleep Scarring The Night Poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Sleep Scarring The Night
Tearing the eve lit sky
Like huge ball corridors
Undressed in no time
Fake appreciation
Fake smile upon the torn patches
And the silver glow edge of the knife
Starlit that is kindred to the distance
Moonlit that is no brother to the dawn
Pronounce your enemy
And love it dearly
For it has a lot to teach
This sky that once cut
Will pour down your own soul
Yourself to reach
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