They'll Say
your freedom
your freedom undressed the wings
naked it dances the tables of debris
its eyes so swollen it's pain so clear
sharp razor stolen unpainted
from the nights too deep
don't trust them move on
your time is yet to come
don't trust them be yours
best friend to divine
trust that's beneath
their horizon line
love them like friends
your enemies are none
©Miroslava Odalović
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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