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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462420" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Misty Hidden Of Mine/Moje Magleno Skriveno</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the daybreak song<br>Will take the forests into an embrace</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My never hoped for<br>Heartbeat cut off the heart<br>Will spill the walls into a midnight sound</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine within the chains treasure in my hands<br>Will toll cursed from the towers<br>Sadly the song of awakening<br>Into the deafness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine into nothing flooded water<br>A current beginning into an endless<br>Will cut the seams and sew<br>A new array for the soul's nakedness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine on my palm colourful lonely butterfly<br>Moving the wings like eaves in the tempest<br>Maddened by the possibility of flight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My never enough overcome dawn<br>In an empty bad<br>Where I am enfolded up to the point of no recognition</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine sharpened pencils<br>Regularly waiting for the words<br>Will be broken halved in them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine from fatigue cracked mirror<br>That each morning I feed with a smile<br>Twinkling yearning for the truth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine long time ago lost waiting<br>On the benches below the trees<br>Despair chained<br>Prever quoted ages of circles<br>On my skins<br>Digging the death memory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine after forty days black nails uncut<br>digging the memory of death</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine encircled in the dewdrops of crying eyelashes<br>Which silently I close <br>With the soul limited sight</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine sealed lips<br>Quivering of love<br>To you I will surrender God<br>To judge and please forgive</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moje magleno skriveno<br>Pjesmom praskozorja<br>Odvešć e šume u zagrljaj</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moje nenadano od srca<br>Otkinuto kucanje<br>Pretoč ić e zidove u otkucaj ponoć i</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moje u rukama zatoč eno blago<br>Prokleto zvonić e sa zvonika<br>Tužno pjesmu buđ enja<br>U nedosluhu</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moja u ništa otplavljena voda<br>Poč etkom oticanja u beskraj<br>Odagnać e rubove i sašiti<br>Nove odore za nagost duše</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moj na dlanu šareni usamljeni leptir<br>Klepeć e ko streha na buri<br>Sluđ en moguć nošć u leta</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moje nikad prežaljeno svitanje<br>U postelji praznoj<br>U kojoj se umotavam do neraspoznavanja</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moje od umora napukmo ogledalo<br>Koje svakog jutra osmjehom hranim<br>Istine gladna iskrič avost</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moje naoštrene olovke<br>Koje uredno č ekaju riječ i<br>Pokidać e se u njima</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moje davno izgubljeno č ekanje<br>Po klupama ispod drveć a<br>Zarobljeni oč aj<br>Preverom citirana starost godova<br>Na mojoj koži</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moji poslije č etrdeset dana<br>Pocrnjeli nepodšišani nokti<br>Kojima kopam sjeć anje na smrt</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moje rosom plakanja omeđ ene trepavice<br>Koje tiho obaram sklapam<br>S pogledom omeđ enim dušom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moje zapeč ać ene usne<br>Koje podrhtavaju od ljubavi<br>Tebi dać u Bože<br>Da sudiš i molim te oprostiš</div><div style="margin:10px 0">©Miroslava Odalović ,2009.</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=462420" data-title="The Misty Hidden Of Mine/Moje Magleno Skriveno de Miroslava Odalovic" data-description="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 a..."></div> </div> </div>
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