Diaries Of An Immigrant Soul, Pt.9: The Familiar StrangerA Poem by A.r. Bazian[Diaries Of An Immigrant Soul, Pt.9: The Familiar Stranger]
there he stood... in the silence... the strange relative... we call our heart! there he stood... in the darkness... he, now stands apart! tore and broken... freezing in the cold... as the breeze haunts him... through every fold... his heart longs no more... for something to hold!
now that the fire is gone... he sees a spark... as a stranger walks in his door... so deep and dark... a strange wind blows up his core... and a flame rised... once again like before... a scent so welcomed... of the stranger he'll adore... the flames grew stronger... the pesant heart has found his ore!
the wind then trembles... it grows bitter and sore... as the heart gets a letter... that hurried him no more... the familiar stranger needs love... as she's lost her love before... and now she loses faith... the pain is driving her insane... he calls her name as he runs the lane... he can only run... a journey eternal as the sun... she lies in pain... and he, shall never again... he has lost his love once... he's willing... never again!
their heartbeat is sending love... for the whole world to see... what fate yet to witness... only the martyrs and the free... the power of our love Amy... And the life, you've given me!
© 2008 A.r. BazianAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on March 11, 2008 Last Updated on May 30, 2008 AuthorA.r. BazianAmman/Salt, Middle East, JordanAboutA Communist in the Making, and a Student of History and Life. Find me on Hellopoetry too: http://hellopoetry.com/abazian more..Writing
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