You’d be a fool to question anything, for all is
(and there’s nothin’ more, nothing more than the sweet indifference with which nature loves us)
But you’d be a bigger fool not to,
for all is
and this is eternally significant.

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Wouldst thou not gaze again 'pon this humble fool?
For 'tis his script that doth countenance histories,
hence future repeats be 'pon his wither and whim,
thou shouldst see twice his story woven sisterlies.

Wouldst thou not read more of this humble fool?
Mayhap his words doth soothe thy enquiry,
his want and wander leadeth to a contentment,
thou shouldst not ignore content of ye Fool's Diary.

Wouldst thou not focus true 'pon this humble fool?
Perchance his poems doth resonate sweetness unbound,
pray do a'linger and a'loiter 'pon his fancy delicacies,
thou shouldst taketh thy fill of love and wisdom found.



© Pagan Paul (22/04/19)

I waited for the storm to stop,
for the promise of a rainbow on top.

I waited for the trees to grow,
so I could reap the fruit I sow.

I waited for the flower to bloom;
perhaps it may brighten my room.

I waited for the sun to set,
for the view helps me to forget.

I waited for birds to sing;
their song starts the morning.

I waited for the summer,
for my bed is getting colder.

I waited for the rain,
because rain calms the pain.

I waited for the stars tonight;
they give hope, that someday, it might...

I waited for the world to sleep,
so all night, I could weep.

I waited for your love that I lack,
because you promised that you'll come back.