Miroslava Odalovic (Montenegro)
Your mouth is dead your earth is green
Your mouth is dead
You earth is green
You come in the morning with the yellow pollen of light
To tell me the truth of each root and languishing grain
Dug out of the sky dipped into the ocean ink
To write off all lines beyond the horizon
Emptiness vacuum summoned on your lips
That being truthful; have nothing to hide
You shine the high noons shadeless spots so nigh
To waterfalls singing because the earth is dry
And drowned on your lips that being red like cherries
Smile at the blood of hours
Flowing the heavenly veins of bodies beautiful and divine
You spell the twilights over the poplars
For the graveyards to really rest in peace and time
And when I was born you gave me all the rings
To crash them because you never liked
The straight and circular either lines or rhymes
We both knew it-s the freedom and wilderness most difficult to spell
And yet so light like dwelling among clouds with special asymmetry
Judged by evenness of a differently endless sky
Your nights are sweet your Moon a watchful soul
Earned by all sentinels enfolding a winning smile
With a speck of reasons wiped out of its corners
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