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Pretty red cottage, shines bright
Under the brilliance of the fresh coat of white
The lawn in a deep slumber
And the road freshly plowed
Misty clouds, mountains, cold blue
A journey to embark upon
As it snows
Written- 12 February 2021 6:35 am

Inspired by a painting of a place in Himachal Pradesh
Rustling leaves gambol
Smile, as the wind sweeps them high
Fragile, and at peace


🍂🍂🍂

A day washed out from the memory
No a day washed out as if never existed
No not from the memory
It never was meant to be
So it was never a memory
To change the wrong from the right
To know the right from the wrong
To make the right moment
To remember
Yes a memory
Makes no sense
Or does it
In the first place
Or at last
A whiff of salty air
Wayward breeze flipping your hair
Mirthful birds
dart into the waves for a quick bite of fish
The sun smiles with a orange glow
As it takes a bow, at the horizon
Brimming with cubes
Happiness poured minty chilled
Summer lemonade
A flight of freedom
Wings spread wide
The eagle soars
Its shadow on the promenade
Clear and bright
In the offing
The skyline soars
Someday
One day
This bad gateway will lead
To the end
Of the words
No one writes
No one reads
No posts
In any order
It could be
Bad feeling... sorry

Will read more here :)
Certainly invest more time
In the land of sunshine
Slanting palms, oceanic breeze
Brightly painted houses
And bougainvillea vines

Music is alive
Song and dance
Pristine beaches
Sunsets are divine

February is vibrant
Colours on the streets
Festoons and masks
Carnival time


🔆🎭🔆
 Feb 2021 Donna
Pagan Paul
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Tomorrow.

Tomorrow it will be better.

You'll see.

You'll see.


© Pagan Paul (14/02/21)
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 Feb 2021 Donna
Pagan Paul
Drapery
 Feb 2021 Donna
Pagan Paul
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Poems are plush curtains,
of words,
pulled together
to hide the world
from the raw emotion
that flows
out of a writer
casting pearls.



© Pagan Paul (14/02/21)
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