Nature
Over the horizon I see the sun
Slowly setting into a sea of pink
I slowly deliberate if I run
If it only began to slowly sink
I am enamoured by nature’s soft sounds
How it is a never ending score to my life
Birds chirp the most beautiful sweet sounds
But reality cuts like a knife.
It is around like a rush of sweet air
Like a piece of furniture or green trees.
But seemingly it doesn’t seem like it’s clear
And it frees me into the still breeze
Of the still, dull, sombre night.
Marama Vea
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