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Hazy muddy puddles
Glorious smiles brown and clear
Children frolic’n roll
The eyes wander in search of knowledge
As the butterfly flutters between flowers in search of sweetest nectar
Skipping the pitcher flowers
And the spider’s ornate dew soaked webs

The tongue and the heart
Enriched by the nectar
Know no thirst, wordless
Meditate, all sated

The mind of all
Knew the taste
The nectar of life
Experiences every day
That come your way
"Mommy is a hero
she fights off bad guys with polka dots"

Working with children is rainbow and sunshine

when their light
meets mine

it's love
.
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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silhouetted birds
pierce the sunrise
like black darts
etching lines across
the blue and gold
of dawn
 Jun 2019 eleanor prince
Pat Raia
Betrayal
disappointment
disrespect
they're
the prices
that
we pay
when
we
imagine
Eden
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