<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=462535" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To make them live/Da bi zivjele</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bird stuck in my heart side breast<br>It’s trying to fly<br>On a magic key<br>Flirting with a wisdom snake<br>Wound within it own spiral</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s the sky around us<br>The earth around us<br>The breath within us<br>U sudden turmoil<br>Calling the shades<br>Back to their body colours</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s the sky around us<br>The earth around us<br>The breath within us<br>An epiphany of breathing<br>Calling the light<br>Each particle each wave<br>Back to the hair split in hands<br>Combing words dead<br>Combing words white<br>To make them live</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ptica zaglavljena u grudima tamo gdje je srce<br>Pokušava da leti na magicnom kljucu<br>Flertuje sa zmijom mudrošcu<br>Uvijenom oko sopstvene spirale</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oko nas je nebo<br>Oko nas je zemlja<br>I u nama dah<br>Iznenadni nemir<br>Što zove sjenke<br>Nazad bojama njihovog tijela</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oko nas je nebo<br>Oko nas je zemlja<br>I u nama dah<br>Epifanija disanja što zove svjetlo<br>Svaku cesticu svaki talas<br>Nazad u kosu ispucalu u rukama<br>Što cešljaju rijeci mrtve<br>Što cešljaju rijeci bijele<br>Da bi živjele</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> <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=462535" data-title="To make them live/Da bi zivjele de Miroslava Odalovic" data-description="The bird stuck in my heart side breast It’s trying to fly On a magic key Flirting with a wisdom snake Wound within it own spiral There’s the sky around us The earth around us The breath within us U sudden turmoil Calling the shades Back to th..."></div> </div> </div>

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