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  Aug 2023 Val Vik
Pagan Paul
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I lay down on a bed of petals
I lay down on the flowers scent
I lay down on a bed of petals
I saw my Spirit and where it went

I lay down on a mossy carpet
I lay down on the forest floor
I lay down on a mossy carpet
I feel my Spirit was here before

I lay down on an icy glacier
I lay down on the frozen ground
I lay down on an icy glacier
I know my Spirit can be found.

Pagan Paul (25/09/22)
Thought I'd write a song for vocal harmony's, this was written last September and a friend has picked it up for her group to sing. I wasn't going to post it ever, but what the hell!
They will fall to the ground...
Blossoms of the cherry tree...
Without you,
being in my womb...
ripening grain,
And the heady scent
of primrose flowers
from the moon...
and his dust...


به روی زمین خواهند ریخت...
شکوفه هايِ درختِ آلبالو...
بی آنکه تو،
در رَحِمَم باشي...
دانه اي،
در حالِ رسیدن...
و عطرِ خوشِ پامچال ها...
از ماه
و خاكِ او....
  May 2023 Val Vik
Josh H
Lightning.
A strike through the dark;
A streak of light, breaking through the night;
A spark from the sky;
An ignition from the clouds;
Cutting across the skies,
Like a bolt of fury, the wrath of light,
Mighty, and strong.
The wrath of lightning;
Blasing, and surging;
Like a sheet of light, pulsing through,
shattering through;
The power of lightning no-one can beat;
The indignation of lightning, a powerful feat.
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