Dec 2019
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Upon the warm winds of time
glides a perfect single word,
a flick of a wing sublime,
takes flight the faraway bird.
Space leaves room for another
who's adventure now would fly,
whispers the faraway bird
'Peace to thee, farewell, goodbye'.
© Pagan Paul (19/11/19)
Upon the warm winds of time
glides a perfect single word,
a flick of a wing sublime,
takes flight the faraway bird.
Space leaves room for another
who's adventure now would fly,
whispers the faraway bird
'Peace to thee, farewell, goodbye'.
© Pagan Paul (19/11/19)
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(Bristol, England)
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