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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462054" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It’s the night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">the babushka night with thousands of lunas inside<br>growing from a granny to a little girl’s sickle moon<br>cutting through the night as guilty of a night as charged<br>even though the stars don’t know that as yet<br>and keep blinking flirting with the night blamelessly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it’s this night that I found the night made of my eyes<br>written in a name that wants to call my name now mute<br>engraved in the jewelry stones of the nights I threw away<br>battling the night’s charges of the Moon that got insane<br>spread across the laughter on a fool’s paradise throne<br>crying dying within all in around me my tease-me nights</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it’s the night that looks like stamps of all the towns I ran away from<br>enveloped in no special colour to make a night delivery less painfull<br>addressed to the last moon beam that dared touch the coats buttoned<br>by little moons with two tiny holes for needles to cross to the other side<br>to sew a different night spill silk colours unto the snarls soothe them<br>so that there’s nothing left at night to bark at so that the night can peacefully sleep</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it’s the night when I want to love again feel again rise again<br>it’s the night when I’m afraid to love again feel again rise again<br>it’s the night without a stool I long to stand at and look at the tall windows of the night<br>and open to the snowflakes falling outside totally without me<br>because they don’t need me as much as I need them<br>because the night can get along without me<br>but I cannot cope without this night<br>because I must make this night a decision to both sleep and wake up<br>in a transparent beautiful handshake made eye spelled lid open<br>dainty aphorism of light</div><div style="margin:10px 0">©Miroslava Odalovic</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Miroslava+Odalovic">Miroslava Odalovic</a><div class=q>
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