Biography of Maria Shipka
Mine soul is like a cradle,
of an unforeseen blasts.
Who knows me inside,
where hidden is the power,
which would be able my soul
once calm, presently restless,
with the only one word to hush?
Maria Shipka Poems
' The King Is Naked! ! ! '
So much questions, so much things, perturb my heart, disturb my mind. Every day I see so many people, they calling for peace, calling for love.
...Still Not End Of All Days!
...still not end of all days! No, there is still not end of all days! still the light occasionally visits us,
A Small Lonely Boat
Like a small lonely boat sails on the Pacific. no waves, no wind, on all the sky-line.
The Little- Little Things
I don't need much, to be happy, some simple, little- little things, for me entirely enough is to see things which come out from heart,
Your and my life consist of a much long checklist, Of concernes, events and acts which surprises us, and attracts.
...as the time slowly passed something in my heart forever disappeared...
Don´t Count The Candles...
Don´t count the candles on your cake, don´t count the years that passed out!
I´m A Candle
I´m a candle My inspiration you are, I only do it what you awoken in me....
Give me the Sunny day, give me the wind and rain, give me your merry smile, give me worries and cry you feel,
I want To be your weeping willow,
Calm happiness Oh....not 'atrocious' are our days!
If I Will Die
If I will die nothing will change, only my soul will leave
Yesterday evening I walked alone, above me only the Moon and Stars looked at me understanding, they helped me say aloud,
Seeking The Truth
Seeking the Truth Have you ever felt yourself somehow
Where ramble you?
along which ways
your legs today´s