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Maria Shila Clarion Caraan Poem
Like a piece of a puzzle and the twist of fate
seemingly deceptive charm sets flames in her heart
gazed glory she could not resist
sweet, amber feeling of something missing
it is hidden, enchanted from the world of true devotion.
She looked around, seen the world of darkness and defeat
no body to console, no one to hold,
only emptiness on this lonely road
she traveled the distance to the moon and back
just to find that something missing inside her heart.
She wished she could chew
the bitter taste of betrayal
of the one who said he’ll be there
but deserted the heart that loves
and embraces the soul that hates
Lovely face of an angel lighted up her way
to find that something she had lost
in this world of solitary and dismay
she has nothing to boast.
Plain of hardships in the valley of untruthfulness
the generosity of a love blossoms
contemplate the genuine kindness of the spirit that cares
to dare the sorrows and grieves
She wondered what is missing.
She wondered why emptiness lingered inside of her
invading her inner point
with fumes of delusions and false hopes
cutting happiness to depart from her veins, and so she bled.
What life has to offer;
for the one who laugh
while tears rolling down her cheeks?
A bundle of unchained affection of her defenseless being
covers enormous part of her lonely heart
Making it vulnerable even to a streaming sun light
pulled on by a carriage of fears
from the past of undefined illusions.
perfectly molded by the rivers of valiant confessions,
the predicament of her life time.
Mirror of a dark past flowed like a stream
towards the sea of unforgettable heartaches
she swayed her way
like a log floating on the elusive truth
in the myth of the present reality.
And what is this emptiness she’s feeling?
The longing of a warm touch of an icebreaker;
or a quite whisper of a stranger?
In the heart of a lone fighter,
something is missing.
Copyright © Maria Shila Clarion Caraan | Year Posted 2016
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Maria Shila Clarion Caraan Poem
As the tree of life stands
it define night from day
asked the two-faced oppressor
Is it a freedom for the free?
When the eagles fly
with hope beyond sky
clamoring glory
with pride and treachery
Carefully traveled
bridges of land and sea
precious blood of martyrs dried
in the course of history
Sobbing eyes of thunder
sons of the desert flee
sailing on troubled waters
of their two-faced enemy
Mighty mountain rejoiced
as the battle of self ends
as ruins being unfolded
the tree of life still stands
Copyright © Maria Shila Clarion Caraan | Year Posted 2016
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