I know nothing about this poem
never wrote a single letter of it
never could
it trembled like a child in the rain
it spoke to me in thousands of languages
neither of which i understood
neither of which i spoke
it quivered on my eyelashes
each time i tried to open the light
for it step in
for it to finally lift me up
it shuddered with my pain
it moved against my paths
i was the one who had to move away
and the poem was left
in the glowing
Miroslava Odalovic
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-in-the-glowing/
