The Face Of Pain/Lice Bola Poem by Miroslava Odalovic

Your face made of а flower
Leaning on a fragile petal
It’s calling in a voice of solitude
The root thirst for shining

Your breathing in faded leaves
Trodden broken
Mere branches of breath
You’re floating with the clouds
Like a pain buried below deception

Your hands in twilight
A shattered embrace
A deflowered touch
Your cheek
A scar

Tvoje lice od cvijeta
Na krhku peteljku oslonjeno
Zove glasom osame
Korijen žedan sjaja

Tvoje disanje u svelom lišć u
Ogaženo lomljivo
Tek granč ica daha
Plutala si oblakom
Ko bol sahranjen pod obmanom

Tvoje ruke u sumraku
Slomljen zagrljaj
Obešč ašć eni dodir
Tvoj obraz
Ožiljak