Heart Tales 05 Poem by Petra Soliman

Paradox of love grants me the ecstasy,

where I could hope that I am not found,

Yet I earn for belongingness.

The essence of my soul flow through the stream,

I've danced in this fire many a times before,

Yet my heart earns for fieriness.

Won't you keep playing my spirit's instrument,

Each string pulled brings me solitude,

A blissful world where I only see -

paradise.

It is where I am not oppressed,

A place where my wings spread,

My voice is heard and understood,

and my hands are not tied.

Would it not be wonderful,

To seep into paradise,

Leaving behind a world full of sorrow,

Now death is the beautiful truth,

As life had become the painful truth.