Slavka Bozovic/ Montenegro
Shell . . .
Geysers spring from the heart
galloping restlessness of the body
powerless to fight the creepy winds
she surrenders her soul to nirvana.
She is trapped in the gate of time
the wounded are silent in the world of nirvana
she doesn't want anyone to hear her pain
until silent tears healed all the wounds.
The tide collides with uncertainty
leads him under the ridges of mystery
a storm roars in the soul
carrying her to secret shores.
The waves whisper the foam of infinity
He is afraid of sea dragons
the armor opens easily
while the pearl of sorrow carves.
When heaven announces peace
and when the days of sapphire become
she will appear as a goddess
leaving behind the armor of nirvana.
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