Maria Shipka Poems
|41.||The Little Stream||10/30/2009|
|42.||The Life Is A Present||10/23/2009|
|43.||If I Will Die||10/30/2009|
|47.||Seeking The Truth||11/25/2009|
|49.||Don´t Count The Candles...||10/30/2009|
|51.||I´m A Candle||10/30/2009|
|54.||The Little- Little Things||1/27/2010|
|55.||A Small Lonely Boat||10/30/2009|
|56.||...Still Not End Of All Days!||1/2/2010|
|57.||' The King Is Naked! ! ! '||10/30/2009|
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' 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.
Just now I try to uncover facts about
the presence, nearer and far history.
Uncovering events happened in my lifetime,
shocked I ask to myself: how is it possible?
What are those societies, governments,
institutions, politicians, people for?
Can we understand, can we believe,
can we accept that all around us.
So much deceptions, so much plots,
blatant examples of distortion reality.
So much ...
I want know you,
and wait for you.
I'm looking for you,
but nowhere see you.
I ask how and what,
your reply is not.
I'm crying for help,
your tongue is hold.
I don't urge on you,
I try to live without you.
How go to further I do not know,
but I have to go on my own way.