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Paprika
Contributed by
karl_wiggins
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Sunday, 14th March 2004 @ 05:35:21 PM in AEST
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Paprika is an ancient soul with no confusion about life.
It is the colour of the setting sun
Shining right into a cave
Red dust floating in the air.
Paprika is the first wind of morning
Soaring far beyond grasp
Lightly touching Nepal
(Which is the colour given to special times spent with old friends).
You know those …..
Drifting kinds of thoughts?
Well, they’re Paprika.
Paprika is a distant voice that only you can hear.
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karl_wiggins
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2004-03-14 17:35:21]
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Re: Paprika
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by Claire on
Sunday, 14th March 2004 @ 05:47:29 PM AEST
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| I'm curious as to what inspired this. But I definitely like it. You chose an excellent subject. |
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Re: Paprika
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by sheri on
Friday, 26th March 2004 @ 08:00:48 PM AEST
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| I love this poems imagery, great job. |
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Re: Paprika
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by Hurretje on
Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 09:51:47 AM AEST
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This is really nice and thought-provoking! I like that!
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