I wonder now if my chest
Wants to sing, or wants to run
The Heart's Sides
By Aisha Razem-
I wonder now if my chest
Wants to sing, or wants to run
Or wants to rest
And if he knew at last
The worst or, what's the best
I follow the way he turns first
And follow the day he lives next
But there is no clue to show me the east
Or any trace, to show me the west
I wonder if my heart needs to rest
He paints tattoo on my arm towards the wrest
Telling the world, I lost my age
I won my pulse inside the cage
But still rifting without rage
Holding my book, reading the sides
Pouring my tears on every page
Realizing now, I was a guest
Am always here, am always there
Jumping all over south and north
Washing the earth with my tears
Before I knew the mark of test
The clue appeared, and softly sent
A hug to me
From east and west!!!
From sunshine
Poetry by Aisha Razem
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Written on 2007-10-10 at 10:09
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Wants to sing, or wants to run
The Heart's Sides
The Heart's Sides
By Aisha Razem-
I wonder now if my chest
Wants to sing, or wants to run
Or wants to rest
And if he knew at last
The worst or, what's the best
I follow the way he turns first
And follow the day he lives next
But there is no clue to show me the east
Or any trace, to show me the west
I wonder if my heart needs to rest
He paints tattoo on my arm towards the wrest
Telling the world, I lost my age
I won my pulse inside the cage
But still rifting without rage
Holding my book, reading the sides
Pouring my tears on every page
Realizing now, I was a guest
Am always here, am always there
Jumping all over south and north
Washing the earth with my tears
Before I knew the mark of test
The clue appeared, and softly sent
A hug to me
From east and west!!!
From sunshine
Poetry by Aisha Razem
Read 495 times
Written on 2007-10-10 at 10:09
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