From This Side Of The Scar
The bird will smile
The giggle of the brook will run
In a water cradle of a kiss
The fragrance of the soil wake up
The seed asleep of the tribe
In the play of flames it’ll dance
The writtenness of the soul
From this side of the scar
The sunflower will breathe me in
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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