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the wind moves my feet.
my eyes shining like the sun and the sea.

"your love brings me to my knees."

her sigh is a whisper
soft like autumn leaves
silently falling to the cold ground.

the shadow of a smile.
my heart misplaced
like a paper lantern in the rain.

my broken sky,

her soft sigh
and I was no longer hers.
one for those people who can't sleep
the seasonal trouble
with autumnal rubble

is that no matter how hard
we try to keep the yard

clean of red and gold
they always return tenfold
Isn't it nice to live in a time that fills you with love?  So, I became more transparent and smiled.  Don't you feel that many of those stars have come together? There is little left to shine love.  Yes, I know, and I know it is a matter of love, and it told me about the deep gaze.  So, extend your hand to shake hands with the depths and overcome the strange absence.  Yes, I will and we will celebrate. Imagine if I were sitting on the hill and not talking to you, what would be the fate of love?  Yes, the fate of love; It is a matter of love.
Poetry Bears
Afternoon tea
Picnic hamper
You and me

© 2025 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.
Sunday 17th August 2025
 Aug 16 Lyra Callen
Maddy
You can accept
Be grateful
You cannot expect anything in this world
Regardless of the relationship or source
The reasons don't matter
Be gracious
Walk away with your head held high
Let go and move forward
 Aug 16 Lyra Callen
Sophia
I try to create
to make art
to write poems
it all seems fake now
the brush strokes
the empty words

I try to create
whilst watching other people successes
They're so much better than me
they're so much further than me,
I wonder if my journey was once there's
if they shared this feeling one time
I create for myself but sometimes it's hard to not feel like a failure even though I'm only at the beginning of my journey
The places humans go,
Oh where to?
I wan to know.

They run in circles
But never ask why.
They've become brittle
Over time.

And if they paused,
At least just to breathe.
Maybe death's claws,
Wouldn't be a thief.

Of the time they wasted
Chasing their tails.
Have they tasted
The wind at sail?

The places humans go,
Oh where to?
I wan to know.
Rolling in time
Strolling along the beat
Don’t know what will come  
All I know I have to hum
To the heat
Storms will pass
I know, I know
What will become?
Rolling in time
Strolling to the beat
Staying out of the heat
Loving each day
Trying to make my way
Everyone rides a storm
You will get out
Strolling along the beat
Don’t take the heat
Storms of life
 Aug 16 Lyra Callen
Flor
With just one ring, the world stood still,
A question asked, a heart to fill.
A whispered yes beneath starlight,
Two souls entwined that gentle night.
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