(inspired by Dali’s painting Portrait d'une femme passionate – 1935)
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Her hands still frozen in the shadow Of far away unfulfilled dreams… Illusions dwelling on the fears That always, always stopped her leaps... Is it too late to reconcile The lies she chose as her foundation? Is she a prisoner for life In torture chambers of her own frustration? What would it take to tear off these chains And rise tall from this deadly separation?... A choice to bring together these two hands Into a loving prayer What a revelation!... Mihaela Ulieru © February 5, 2003 (Sicilly) |
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Another version of A Passionate Woman (By my Soulmate Bob Dolci) Her hands reached out from the other side From the place without time or form There was no one waiting for her on the dark side There never is. She left no one behind She was alone before she died She is more alone now She existed without love in the physical world The virus corrupted the essence of her being It wasn’t her fault, it just happened She’s afraid; she knows not why She wants to return to the living, it’s not to be The virus will be removed Her energy will be dispersed Bob Dolci ©
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