She said her name was written in the trees

That swayed among invisible boughs
Some barren ink spilled the paper was mute
But she never cried never over that

Environments white long chased through the woods
Landscapes horizons the measure of a flight
She leafed through the words
To see what’s between them
The links and borderline chimes -oh yes -she sang
In silence as the forests were deaf
But she never cried never over that

She set a grave stone mark a life sworn token
Resting its heights on impossibility costs

Because

She lived in the mountains
And slipped through its fangs
The sharp ice air to breathe

She begged by water fountains
The richest being in rags
A child with wind to conceive

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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