Would she fly if pushed?
Would she breath if drowned?
Would she cry if hampered?
She used to live close to edges,
trying not to fell off, dragged by the attraction
of tangible inert places, and gentle sparks
of her inner urge for truth, caught by those frivolous,
marginal, and half-witted cockerels,
singing louder than woolves
in the abandoned nearby woods.
Yet she cought the tide while in.
Her other name was
Wisdom. These days
she’s remaining young.
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Napisal/a: Mirjam Dular
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