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He created an
Illusion...Which parted him
from his own people
An illusion where one finds himself/herself right in any condition and others wrong in any situation.
Once u will dump ur ego aside ... U will find... The world is more happy, kind and peaceful to u...

Hey everyone, I'm back now... Hope everyone's good!... I was back at HP on 5th of November but only for two days... Cause after then I again got busy in other stuffs... But now I'm fully back here and got a lot to tell, write, share and obviously😅 a lot to read, know and gain. I missed this site a lot and u all too. So, as I'm back here... I'll make sure to interact a lot with most of the writers and poets again like before 😊😊.
 Nov 2021 Farah Taskin
Safana
Feeling socially equal
Sightlines to everyone
Feeling equality to genders
Pity to the children
Valuing intimacy
and
True love
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.
a sky of caring
a rabbit foot on a chain

two 6 packs
3 friends

take me back to the river
by the railroad tracks

and shelly
and keats
and junior kimbrough

take me back
to the river by the railroad tracks

and the flat pennies we held
in the palms of our hearts


fall
is a forgiving season

so take me back to the river by the tracks

where the river runs
deep
and wide
and the memories have souls
the sky is on fire
at sunset

(and you want to know
why i'm sitting
on the roof

the sky is on fire

and I only dream of you

and in Tibet
the monks write their prayers
on rice paper
and climb to a high mountain top
and fling their prayers
into the wind
where they will float
to heaven
and be answered

the clouds:
violet,
pale yellows,
and pink

and you want to know
what i'm doing
sitting up on the roof

so standing
I take the toilet paper
from my shirt pocket

and the wind knows
and skyward it goes)

the sky is on fire at sunset

and my quiet heart beats only for you
...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of

wild and simple joy

invisable to eyes, now...

I wander the meadow grass

the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning
sunlight

the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...

and you come running
spectral through the mist,

I walk lonely fields
I
Only I know me,
Others just presume.
18/11/2021
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