The Lute Is Still In Hands It’ll Break Poem by Miroslava Odalovic
The Lute Is Still In Hands It’ll Break
Unless the world opens up for me
The lute is still my breath it’ll take
In blasts of wind Eol’s heart will be
Unless the paths are walked in a seal
Unless the seals are open in a quest
Unless the pain is open for a heal
Unless the heart finds a place to rest
The lute is still in hands it’ll break
Unless the world opens up for me
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
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