I want to call the name

I want to call the name
of a child of the sky
who drifts and floats and surfs
the clouds the waves the foam
who smiles half edged by air
whose hand rings tiny bells
whose hair unlocks the door
whose step will lightly touch
the earth that will be no more

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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