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