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Enjoying the experience
of loving
and being loved
is one of the privileges
of being alive.
Who hadn't loved you
In time, perhaps
Like the wall in the painting
Faded,
Far from the window,
And the shine
On the pearl
In your ear remained,
"I"
Am colored still
With your
Glow
.
A hundred strong flock of birds
glide slow circles in the sky,
no care for the world below,
no mind for a reason why.

Meditation on the wing,
freedom flying on warm air,
no hurried destination,
just enjoying being there.



© Pagan Paul (15/07/19)
.
God
Nostril

Breath
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