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You are a kite and the earth gives the kite a feeling of helplessness and heaviness and the sky; a feeling of infinite power and light.

How can a kite, which always dreams of blue and white, live in a palace black and tight?
So fly and always be at the top and from that height
you will see that the earth is not as pleasant as you thought.
Based on this verse of Hafez

" O illustrious eagle of Lote Tree of the Farthest Boundary of heavens
Your nest is not this full of woes corner of soil"
Denmark’s war


When the Germans occupied Denmark during World War 2 the old king was not dethroned
Every morning, he was seen riding in the park
Once, when his horse was spooked, by two German soldiers. he fell off his horse but got up
He dusted himself off, mounted his stead, rode on
The occupier thought his presence was good for morale, keeping the people passive
It was difficult to be a resistant fighter there was no place to hide after all Denmark is nothing more than a gigantic sandbank
The story of the king could have been written
by Hans Christian Andersen his work has been translated into my languages
We must not forget the physicist Niels Bohr who contributed to the understanding of nuclear power
There are many more names but this is not a list of great achievements
Denmark survived the war by not being overly aggressive making the enemy feel at ease
The farmers farmed, and fishermen fished so much that when peace, came they could help
Norway who faced starvation
Safana 14h
In the rhythm of life,
a melody so sweet,
Umma, your love can't be beat.
With every heartbeat,
every gentle song,
You’ve guided us with wisdom all along.

Your voice,
a lullaby in the night,
Filling our hearts with pure delight.
With hands that soothe,
and words that cheer,
You've been our rock,
always near.

Through the highs and lows,
the days so bright,
You’ve been our compass,
Our guiding gleam
With a smile as warm as the morning sun,
Your grace and beauty outshine everyone.

In the dance of life,
your steps are pure,
With love that’s strong,
and heart so sure.
With rhythm and rhyme,
this truth we see,
Hafasat Shuaib,
you’re a melody.

This is for you,
dear mother so dear,
With all our love,
we hold you near.
In every beat,
in every rhyme,
You’ve been our joy,
through all of time.

🎶
I wish my mother (Hafsat Shu'aib) a Friday as beautiful and harmonious as she is!
Zywa 14h
Horses are dancing

beneath the strawberry moon --


Life is very sweet.
Song "Cinnamon Horses" (2024, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds), album "Wild God"

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
Zywa 14h
I hop, even if

I've to go to the toilet --


That is how I live.
Novella "De heilige Antonio" ("The Saint of the Impossible" / "Saint Antonio", 1998, Arnon Grunberg), chapter 15

Collection "SoulSenseSun"
Mri 14h
About love I never knew
Until a girl walked into view.
Rude,me,cold as ice
Melted over her almond eyes.
Never liked sharing my seat
But for her I wanted to defeat.
I cast a shadow, chilling the bone,
With my dream girl I was not on my throne.
Always my emotions in crowd remain concealed
But to her I wanted my soul to get revealed
When nothing going on my way,
She my sunshine on a cloudy day.
Want her to be mine
For my faded photographs,
she was the filter of shine
Confessed my love under the starry sky
Moonlight heard, "yes" was her reply.
2 Months cherry blossom in town
She was my goddess, I longed for her
to wear my devotion's crown.
On August 19 storm was dreadful ,
Loving her become regretful.
Faked the love from the start
A trap, to earn a place
in her so called friend heart .
For her us was a game, I was a fool
The player played well and used me for a tool.
My ship of love sank in betrayal ,
Scar of this will always be here.
Now I am a frozen lake
Given up on beautiful things ,at end it aches.
Love , betrayal and regret are experiences which can turn you into a different person with varied personality. Love is a positive emotion, while betrayal is a negative action that damages a relationship.
Myself in time
         I learned and unlearn
         much slicing and adapting
         I know what I can't and can-

        travelling in the tunnel of life
        the darkness into light
        experiencing every moment
        searching my innermost inside-

        things and people
        are not what they seem
        the inescapable lacuna and the nuances
        they are like the images of a dream-

       time in the outside
       more encroaching on my inside
       we are conjoined- I, in reluctance
       there are secrets that I'd rather hide
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