When mind has no further power,
When answers are nowhere to find
In midst of grief, the darkest hour,
The soul emerges – other kind
Of being, snubbed, ignored, forgotten
At better times, in brighter days,
It rises, shaking but not rotten,
And through the time of darkness stays.
It prays, it cries, and loves, and cares,
It seeks no answers – it just knows,
The light it generously shares,
It brings us back from lowest lows.
Alas, ungrateful, we are rushing
To take control – here comes the mind,
The soul and mind forever clashing,
The balance seems so hard to find.
When mind has no further power...
© Copyright: Элиза Микаилова, 2011
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order from chaos, unbalanced equations
unforgivable situations, pray thus
to fortunes to rise and solve
what we may refer to as calmness of soul
do take a stroll down the memory path
some things caress, some sting like a wasp
mind battles freely, calculating
soul is the sea, logic escaping
I'd wish you luck, but you can do without
let those two fight it out ;)
Ди Байжанов 20.12.2011 23:08 • Заявить о нарушении
unforgivable situations, pray thus
to fortunes to rise and solve
what we may refer to as calmness of soul
do take a stroll down the memory path
some things caress, some sting like a wasp
mind battles freely, calculating
soul is the sea, logic escaping
I'd wish you luck, but you can do without
let those two fight it out ;)
Ди Байжанов 20.12.2011 23:08 • Заявить о нарушении
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