JUNE RAINS: DAY 9: MIRELA HADZIOMEROVIC CO-WRITES WITH WILLIAMSJI MAVELI, THE DARK WITHIN..... THE LIGHT WITHIN...

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• JUNE RAINS: DAY 9:
• MIRELA HADZIOMEROVIC
• CO-WRITES
• WITH
• WILLIAMSJI MAVELI,
• THE DARK WITHIN...
• THE LIGHT WITHIN...

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Poetess Mirela Hadziomerovic writes...

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• The Dark Within

She smiles she knows it is coming,

For a while her lips are shivering.

Then, it knocks she invites it to come in,

She screams aloud, none now hear,

She is all alone, agony and pain bears

It comes closer, cherishes her face,

She closes her eyes; it is her lives race,

She has been here before, not now she escapes

She thought she ran, and then she whispered

Much comes in, gets out, so much bleeding.

She closes her eyes as her blood is flooding,

Feel it but, never dares to scream again,

She feels the hunger and the anger that lies within the dark,

She has tried to live for god and be holy,

But everyone said she was bad and a failure,

She smiles; she know what power she will bring,

Inside herself, she soon won’t feel all cravings,

It was always there deep within her mind,

She loved but they didn’t care,

As all her blood is drained from her soul,

She cannot feel, she smiles, slash herself open,

She says if you can’t believe in me,

If you want to break me down,

Now it is my time to let everything go,

I am coming, coming for you, like a villain,

Don’t you fear, I have removed my cover?

Will kill this deep pain, and it will be over.

You will never feel it my dear child,

Soon you will be with me, in my painless pit,

And then I close my hazel colored two eyes,

To whisper: this is within me: a love that always cries.

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Poet Williamsji Maveli writes…..

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• The Light within

I walked the vast desert across,

Carrying a blood-tinged red cross

Uncertainties, calamities encountered

While on my move towards the hills,

Mountains, valley's, oasis and sea shores,

Looking at the empty sky, I cried out:

"Take me out of this desert place!"

Then I heard an echo:

"It is only a barren land. Walk through...."

At the end , you will find the shelter.."

And then I cried out:

"Well, But I am tired..."

The heap of sands, the roaring sea-side,

the burning sun, the rare wild snakes,

the lonely horizon like my own mind..

Ahead, I still heard an echo:

"It is only a waste land, Still Go ahead..

At the end , you will find a sanctuary....."

Am I still on my journey towards?

an unnamed place,

a peaceful paradise,

without maps, boundaries....

back to mother's womb.....

back to creator's workshop

God at Right

Evil on Left

Angels all around......

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Co-written by

• POETESS MIRELA HADZIOMEROVIC
• POET WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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