If I am the dropp the morning conceived

Let me be that water oh beautiful
That comes to your lip and makes you heart speak
That leaks through its holes into the world
Where the world is but a place to be
Next to your smile and close to your hand
Hugging the edges of dawn
Hear me there say the moment will rise
To time void of flow and eyes void of tears
In memory blue at the door of paradise

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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