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Apr 2019
World of sensitivity becomes deep with
the concern, no answers for reasons of feeling
confused, our balance misplaced, our
minds, souls, have no light to shine
a promise from within.

Something has disappeared without our
knowing, feeling of awareness darken
with despair, a missing link disables
truth to pour from souls of light, and
harmony to spread integrity throughout
the world with love.

Misunderstanding pushes us in a blue-green
spire, rotating without our knowledge, a
the silence of sound, balancing our vibrations
high enough, to collect substance in our mind's
eye, that may have been a quick beam of light
in our past imagination.

Purple pink hues mix together, pass in a
pleasurable sensation of delight, locked
together, like in a picture, framed behind
glass.
Sensitivity flows through, submerged deeply
in a new dimensional atmosphere filled with
misty explanations, of our birth into the
A universe, our light that was meant to create
a world of love, peace, harmony restoring
balance in- between all dimensional illusions.

We create our own little worlds, within our own
little self, hoping we can find love like our
A universe, bright with purified magical
mysterious wonders, deep with love, bringing
forth understanding and wisdom.




By Derena
© 2019 Derena (All rights reserved)
Harriet Shea
Written by
Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
75
   Weeping willow
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