Diamond

the light dug darkness craving
back to the secret womb and peace
like a word resting on the tip of a poetic expression
craving a slip of a tongue
spontaneously looped back into its origin heart
oh but who knows the heart
and inner dialogues sometimes unrecognised
by a meaning too official for brushing
Diamond's a future with an archeological mind

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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