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    Lyrics of the Soul: A Warrior's Journey
    Lyrics of the Soul: A Warrior's Journey
    Lyrics of the Soul: A Warrior's Journey
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    Lyrics of the Soul: A Warrior's Journey

    By Detelina Stamatova

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    A book of poems about the journey to the soul and to self awareness.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateSep 28, 2012
    ISBN9781477274217
    Lyrics of the Soul: A Warrior's Journey
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    Detelina Stamatova

    I was born in Bulgaria. My home town, Asenovgrad, is located in the skirts of the Rodopi Mountain and the Chaia river runs through it. I grew up there surrounded by love and care and was raised by my family to believe in the beauty of life and all it has to offer. When I was 15 years old I moved to the United States in February of 2001 along with my parents and younger sister. I found a second home in Atlanta and grew to love it dearly. For me, the journey to love and to myself has been greatly influenced by the arts. Having grown up in a family of authors and educators, I have always been lifted by music and expressed myself in paint and the written word.

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      Lyrics of the Soul - Detelina Stamatova

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      I met a sad girl with a big blue umbrella on the street,

      I was walking by some store, looking at my feet.

      And she was right there when I looked up,

      She looked unsure . . . but smiled . . .

      "What’s up?

      Nice to meet u, I live around here since recently . . .

      Left my old home a little while ago.

      Didn’t really know what to expect when I walked out of it and shut the door.

      There was a small coffee shop there that I used to visit.

      The poems I always heard recited in its comfort were so exquisite.

      I let the rhymes of the few people that always attended take me away.

      I listened carefully and heard with my heart what everyone had to say.

      A memory knocked on the door every time.

      Didn’t care that I never welcomed it, never wanted it inside.

      That I believed I had erased it, put it on the back burner.

      I thought I could do that, I was a quick learner.

      But at those few times in the coffee shop it came quietly.

      A wave of scorching heat came over me suddenly.

      And I obeyed and let it take me perfectly.

      I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around it yearningly.

      But then I opened them and came back to reality.

      The emptiness I felt amazed me with its brutality.

      So I had to make sure it never happened again after that.

      I had to stop going even though it would make me sad.

      I never heard the poets sing their words any more

      It was something I loved . . . . not being there hurt me to my core.

      But I had to be strong and endure whatever pain came my way.

      I looked up to God every night and thanked Him

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