That smell of roses too deep for a sigh <br />Just cross your heart it’s all that yields <br />Fingertips sealing the signs of the sky <br /> <br />Too many of them shall fall on your breast <br />The ribs are too thin for a shelter bone <br />Too many will scar the skin on your chest <br />And you will wish you’d never been born <br /> <br />The moonlight bruises the light morning air <br />Drunk lips scatter whispers on the glass brims <br />The moonlight cuts the sunlight in your hair <br />Mercy you’ll be freed in the first of sunbeams<br /><br />Miroslava Odalovic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-walk-across-those-empty-fields/
