time had been written before its own beginning <br />with creations entangled in wires <br />the wires entangled in cages <br />the cages entangled in the broken sky <br /> <br />for the sky it has its own borders <br />and those are <br /> <br />the borders of the night and of the day <br />of freedom and captivity <br />of creation and the created <br />of the known and unknown <br />of love and soul <br /> <br />whenever these are trespassed <br />the footstep is punished<br /><br />Miroslava Odalovic<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-are-no-dates/
