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The Misty Hidden Of Mine/Moje Magleno Skriveno

In the daybreak song
Will take the forests into an embrace

My never hoped for
Heartbeat cut off the heart
Will spill the walls into a midnight sound

Mine within the chains treasure in my hands
Will toll cursed from the towers
Sadly the song of awakening
Into the deafness

Mine into nothing flooded water
A current beginning into an endless
Will cut the seams and sew
A new array for the soul's nakedness

Mine on my palm colourful lonely butterfly
Moving the wings like eaves in the tempest
Maddened by the possibility of flight

My never enough overcome dawn
In an empty bad
Where I am enfolded up to the point of no recognition

Mine sharpened pencils
Regularly waiting for the words
Will be broken halved in them

Mine from fatigue cracked mirror
That each morning I feed with a smile
Twinkling yearning for the truth

Mine long time ago lost waiting
On the benches below the trees
Despair chained
Prever quoted ages of circles
On my skins
Digging the death memory

Mine after forty days black nails uncut
digging the memory of death

Mine encircled in the dewdrops of crying eyelashes
Which silently I close
With the soul limited sight

Mine sealed lips
Quivering of love
To you I will surrender God
To judge and please forgive

Moje magleno skriveno
Pjesmom praskozorja
Odvešć e šume u zagrljaj

Moje nenadano od srca
Otkinuto kucanje
Pretoč ić e zidove u otkucaj ponoć i

Moje u rukama zatoč eno blago
Prokleto zvonić e sa zvonika
Tužno pjesmu buđ enja
U nedosluhu

Moja u ništa otplavljena voda
Poč etkom oticanja u beskraj
Odagnać e rubove i sašiti
Nove odore za nagost duše

Moj na dlanu šareni usamljeni leptir
Klepeć e ko streha na buri
Sluđ en moguć nošć u leta

Moje nikad prežaljeno svitanje
U postelji praznoj
U kojoj se umotavam do neraspoznavanja

Moje od umora napukmo ogledalo
Koje svakog jutra osmjehom hranim
Istine gladna iskrič avost

Moje naoštrene olovke
Koje uredno č ekaju riječ i
Pokidać e se u njima

Moje davno izgubljeno č ekanje
Po klupama ispod drveć a
Zarobljeni oč aj
Preverom citirana starost godova
Na mojoj koži

Moji poslije č etrdeset dana
Pocrnjeli nepodšišani nokti
Kojima kopam sjeć anje na smrt

Moje rosom plakanja omeđ ene trepavice
Koje tiho obaram sklapam
S pogledom omeđ enim dušom

Moje zapeč ać ene usne
Koje podrhtavaju od ljubavi
Tebi dać u Bože
Da sudiš i molim te oprostiš

©Miroslava Odalović ,2009.

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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