Poetry Takes Over

A L O H A From Honolulu!

In a green place,

see my real face

No mirrors here,

just nature's grace,

In a green place, you can

wear your real face.

Then return to the world

with renewal and grace.

Clouds are not loud

just high on the sky

oblivious to unknowing crowds

and watchers such as you and I.

I adore the exclamation point:

No grand facade, no gilded name

just doorway to a world untold,

where hearts connect,

and troubles flee

in moments of pure gold.

Tricks and sleights of hand,

illusions that amaze,

But something deeper dances

within magician's gaze.

Beyond the trickster's art

a hidden truth resides,

In sleights of heart

the greater part

where empathy confides.

Card tricks become metaphors,

illusions speak of trust,

And every vanishing act reminds us,

nothing's lost, just transformed;

We adjust.

The audience smiles

with sparkling eyes,

forgetting fears and pain,

Weary souls find solace

In laughter's healing rain.

The grand finale is more

than theater smoke and flare,

Hearts unveil, and burdens lift

as emotions are laid bare.

When applause begins to fade,

Magic lingers in our hearts

Have we played or prayed?

Something's fading, something starts.

Come to the little theater

where dreams and lives collide,

And find the magic waiting there

Come now. Don't wait.

Step inside!

Cloudia [All]

Hearts rebuilt from hope 

resurrect dreams 

killed by hate.

Each star is a mirror

reflecting the truth

inside you.

  Aberjhani

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Love You,

Pixie & Cloudia

💚

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