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 Sep 2019 Cm
Traveler
Ya but what if....
What if it's much more complicated
The distance to truth
What if it's equal to eternity
How long shall one search
Didn't all the paths lead here!
Traveler 44 ☪️
 Sep 2019 Cm
Pagan Paul
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When a Dryad cries …

… the bright red leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a pool
of blood


… forest green leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a pond
of heartbreak


… red and green leaves
drip
and the tree stands
in a lake
of sorrow


There is no sadder song
than when a tree dies,
there is no deeper grief
than when a Dryad cries.



© Pagan Paul (01/07/18)
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Old poem re-written
Dryad - A Tree Nymph/Sprite
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 Sep 2019 Cm
Pagan Paul
Deja Vu
 Sep 2019 Cm
Pagan Paul
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A rose from a window
looks like any other rose,
but as the old lady stares
out through the thin glass
a fondness develops,
begins to form a memory,


reaching back,
grasping the past,

that very slowly forms
the image of a rose,
proud in an old garden,
upstanding to catch the eye
of a young girl
staring out of a window.



© Pagan Paul (19/06/19)
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