<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462195" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Not a single thing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a single thing could comprise<br>The secret geography of this body<br>Limbs stretching close alive <br>Hands weaving the lines fingers apart<br>The head bountiful pillowed <br>And the beating beating of its heart<br>Not a single thing to account for<br>The rhythm of the footsteps<br>A horror vacui sealed in each step<br>Feet silent directions bespoken by the sand<br>The sand dust of eternal walks<br>Through the mind in the mind<br>Head caput over heading horizons crowns<br>Or silver coins of the Moons engraved<br>Deeply cut into the doors of the night sky<br>I waited there long enough to learn<br>Not a single thing can totally define<br>The lenghts of the smile on the lips then dry<br>Before the blue was taken away<br>Into the sunrise red and the ocean<br>Torrent mind reached for another embrace<br>Shower spells of the wishing well waters<br>Dipped a forefinger to stir a ripple to circle inside<br>In wild wet circles where all wishes lent<br>A beautiful colour to once broken sides<br>Four-cornered spaces geometrically divine<br>Symmetry silent perfect shapeful something<br>That wanted to call my name<br>In the name of peace a final spell of sunshine to feed<br>When the world thought there was nothing else nothing more to say<br>It smiled secretly enough to know<br>There's not a single thing that an eartlhy milked path<br>Could any longer fluctuate in those breasts<br>Not a single thing could be brought out of its womb<br>Without being full lungs alive<br>Nothing<br>Not a single word<br>Not a single colour of the beautifully created soil<br>Could reach the richness of this body <br>Stretching hand horizons heart<br>Building stepping stones for the feet to fly<br>Weaving locks of hair set loose<br>Hooked on the heavens above</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462195" data-title="Not a single thing de Miroslava Odalovic" data-description="Not a single thing could comprise The secret geography of this body Limbs stretching close alive Hands weaving the lines fingers apart The head bountiful pillowed And the beating beating of its heart Not a single thing to account for The rhythm ..."></div> </div> </div>

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