So soft the calling

so soft
the calling
that tears the night apart
fragility hurting
the voice undone
so innocent
the hands
that touched the light all through
melting the thoughts
with the first of suns
the beams piercing soul
dance horizons blue
hands unholy in the whole
rest them healed on your chest
cloudward far fetched
oblivion detached

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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