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Far away across the sea
an island cloaked in mystery.
Where nothing is as it appears
because it exists between the spheres.
Poetica speaks as she spins
flying high within the winds.
Words flow in rivers deep
climbing mountains to fall asleep.
Resting fair on velvet green
in secret valleys so serene.
Shady glades in woodlands snore,
comforted beyond misty shores.
It is there verse and rhyme are born,
upon Poetica's burgeoning dawn,
floating away and out of sight,
into Poetica's beautiful night.
from 'Selected Works'
by Lord Pagan of Poetica
© Pagan Paul (10/09/17)
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
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Far away across the sea
an island cloaked in mystery.
Where nothing is as it appears
because it exists between the spheres.
Poetica speaks as she spins
flying high within the winds.
Words flow in rivers deep
climbing mountains to fall asleep.
Resting fair on velvet green
in secret valleys so serene.
Shady glades in woodlands snore,
comforted beyond misty shores.
It is there verse and rhyme are born,
upon Poetica's burgeoning dawn,
floating away and out of sight,
into Poetica's beautiful night.
from 'Selected Works'
by Lord Pagan of Poetica
© Pagan Paul (10/09/17)
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Companion poem to Poetica (posted June 2017)
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