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There’s always hope (Nafaka)
Singing at the crossroad
Threw the dew of grass
The father and mother of faith
At the threshold of some houses
Locking up at midnight
An ancient hope singing an ancient song
Rising on the lips
Of all the poets born in restlessness
Always the same one
Never completely sung
poem
by
Miroslava Odalovic
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