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Tapu

 

I've reached the end

 

& now i'm exploring the dark faces,

Tortured souls in the wood grain

cries in

vain,

veins,

my curdled blood.

 

I'm invading the native canopy.

 

Fallen Maori

tortured woman

mis-shapen child

 sing Haere Ra

the peircing cry of Pukeko

    !HAERE RA!

 

there's no resolve for totured souls

but cries of swamp hen and dark faces in Punga.

Author notes

thanks for reading, it has no spiritual value to me.
im not maori.

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  • DramaQueen469 gold member
    March 29

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    Kia Ora!

    I always come and comment on Kiwis when I find them... there's so few of us *sighs*

    This is an awesome poem, my friend! Keep it up!!

    Maria