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Hurt.
The aura is broken
Open wound, for anything to come in
Either to be  hurt more
or to let the healing begin.
The wounded mind heals with care, trust.
With love
Let’s heal each other.

Shell ✨🐚
Time after time
beautiful pastel dream I have
Sitting together with the one I lost, sweet child of mine.
On Jordan River to paradise
to never let you go.
While I hear a soft melody
Wind of the deep Valley
Like waves close to me ,
it’s the pain  deep within
me.
Theme of life since losing you,
forever in my dreams.
Looking over Kings gardens
at eternal mountains high
where real beauty begins
where no one dies.
Where I know you are safe
and free.
Playing in the fields of heaven.
Sweet child of mine.



Shell✨🐚
I’m often being confronted by the lost of a child. The feeling of helplessness, the overwhelming sadness.
It’s for those parents. I feel the pain everytime too.. I want to comfort you and share your pain.
Love,
can’t touch it
but it touches you the most.
can’t buy it
but you need it the most.

Shell✨🐚
 Nov 2021 Safana
Universe Poems
Rhombohedron,
three dimensional,
cube season
A side that is oblique,
faces are parallel,
as they speak
Rhombohedral
Six faces
Twelve and eight
Vertices form energy kisses,
seven systems,
that never misses

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
 Jul 2021 Safana
Universe Poems
Look at the very play,
on words or codes,
fooling the masses loads
UFO - unidentified,
flying objects glide
How can it be unidentified
How would you know,
if something did not want you,
to see it moving,
fast or slow
They would not,
show themselves,
or any glow
They are identified,
they are seen,
they are living beings,
very much on the scene
They are alien to us because,
our mind and, conceptualisation,
of other spiritual beings is lost
Outweighing natural ability,
to comprehend
There are other forms,
maybe even mowing lawns
Many tongues, languages,
meanings and, interpretations,
dependent on pronunciation,  
You just need to identify,
the variation


© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
 Jun 2021 Safana
Universe Poems
"When it is ****** upon us
we must step off the bus"

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney
the sky on this day
shows a wintry shade of grey
dismal its display
 Jun 2021 Safana
Ayesha
Bleak, bleak
 Jun 2021 Safana
Ayesha
O you bleak, bleak little soul
Tell me, what do you want?
The crescent shines a quiet heaven
And winds whisper on
What do you want?
Ask, and have you shall
Ask, ask, ask on
Blue fires smiling green
Or ashen papers soaring up the dark
Two nights ago

We tore an old notebook into
Rootless pages
And crumpled them into *****
One upon the other slept
As the matchstick kissed herself a flame
And shrivelled up like a worm
The papers gleamed from inside out
dragon dens, alive at last
And they smoked all the curses
We dare not utter

They burned themselves away
And fire, the fire followed
The embers remained

They twinkled on the black concrete
Daughters of the sun
Quietened beneath our shoes
Tell me, you bleak, bleak little flower

What is it you ache for?
Dawn brings forth his circus
And hues fill up the world
Why do you weep?
There are drinks that
Make the tongue dance around
Spices as lively as bees

Women prettier than stars
feather touches, and tender seas
voices that dance steady and slow
There are glories on the mountains
Waiting to be loved
Rings and rollercoasters,
Rooftops there are
Ask, ask, ask away

Bards, and beaches
Prayer mats stitched with gold

Thunder upon chirping cities
Moors, and meadows
Museums of all the futures ahead
What do you want?
Ask, ask, ask it all
O you beak, bleak little moon
Why will you not speak?
30/05/2021
 Jun 2021 Safana
Salmabanu Hatim
From strangers,
To acquaintance,
To best friends,
To lovers,
A little misunderstanding,
Now sworn enemies.
5/6/2021
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