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Take a peek inside his poems
if you really want to know him.
He hides himself deep, immersed
a tiny piece in every verse.

Take a peek and take your time
savour the moment of every line.
Relish the thought of what lies there
and appreciate his soul laid bare.

© Pagan Paul (31/08/16)
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People come and go
Unlike matter that isn't lost nor obtained
People are nature
Changing day by day
Growing, flourishing
and sometimes after their seeds have spread and their roots stronger someone else they fall.
When the flower dies they move into their new roots in the distance
They leave because they couldn't find the beauty above them just the dirt beneath them
When they go, it's not because of you
They just aren't meant to be
so let them be
and if your roots grow to meet again by the breeze that swayed them back
care for them or just be by them with no interaction
you change too
like nature you're made up of fire air water and food
life's fulfillment that fuels you
be aware of them because sometimes nature deprives us of our needs and covers the beauty of life.
It's a never-ending change so keep growing with it don't part from it.
Let it be
Treasure your nature because the season will come as another piece of life joins your glorious path
loneliness can be suffering but loneliness is worthy of finding yourself in nature
In nature, you are nurtured

You haven't lost sight.
On a walk companioned by my Muse along the sylvan meadows
We wandered away to delightful realms in unclouded ambience
Don’t know how long I rambled warming my fancies in sunset fires
Must be for long, all lights were out, the quiet hamlet lay bathed in sleep

Above  me, stood the starry firmament and the half hidden moon
Could see the vast plains stretching before me in moonlight, bare
My heart was flooded with joy, my fancies took to wings
Got drowned in Nature’s serene calm, my spirit lost in drunken ecstasy

In the gentle blowing breeze, the leaves twittered and murmured
All else was quiet and nothing disturbed the serenity of the night
But soon I knew the East wind strengthening around into a gale
And across the moon I could see stragglers of clouds moving past

I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky
Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars
My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters
And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon

From the nearby woods, I heard the song of a lone night bird
In rising cadence, alone and aloud it fell on my rapturous ears
Was it a nightingale that poured forth that dewy delight?
Was it the same song, Keats heard long ago cascading from the woods?

      With my Muse in this unearthly hour let me sit awhile in this solitary bower
To my paper, let my fancies in unbroken crystal streams flow
Wonder if I can rightly recreate the image that my thoughts enfold
How I wish, I could like Coleridge, build a pleasure dome in mid air!

a midnight,
dark and dreary...

the soul,
weak and weary...

the eyes,
tired and teary...

the heartbroken,
pens the poetry......


A wordplay
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