anahera

the breeze carried aqua salt

to flax blooms and cabbage trees

it was out there somewhere

dreams and ponga leaves

maybe just a flutter

a bashful glint of gold

but so it shines

a secret hers to hold

fierce and gentle spirit

heart’s loving blaze

she swims inside

i think of her for days

 

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