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She was almost there...
Racing against life to reach her best,
Carrying the heart with courage and pride
To get out the dark tracking love and light.
In that hour she saw sun turning into ashes
Stars cracking and falling down the smoky sky
And the widow... drowned in her own tears.
Her soul was cut off into pieces with a knife
The precious heart which grew slow as diamonds
Got lost between the two shores during this strife.
There were times she feelt like a stranger to this world..
Holding the ropes going deep into private chambers of her soul
Trying to find out the secrets of life of which no one has spoken..
Every time came out with a new envelope sealed..
Her heart trembled, started beating fast opening it..
And that’s where her dream always ended..
She rose from her bed, feeling silence, covering her face with her hands
To keep tears flowing from her eyes
Felt the pain; bitter sweet as love, being in the unknown once more...
And ..She could find no words that would solace her wounded heart.
Forgive her dream...................
Such a wonderful image, such a powerful poem, such a lovely song ..... a very thought provoking combination, Canan .... compliments for this splendid work!!!
hugs, Adele
Jörg Klüber, 23.06.2011 at 15:47h
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