The lute is still in hands it’ll break

Unless the world opens up for me

The lute is still my breath it’ll take
In blasts of wind Eol’s heart will be
Unless the paths are walked in a seal
Unless the seals are open in a quest
Unless the pain is open for a heal
Unless the heart finds a place to rest

The lute is still in hands it’ll break
Unless the world opens up for me

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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