The red moss-like seaweed
covers the ground
like a finely weaved

An intimate encounter
with air damp
touching my face and neck
all o’er

Burning wood mingling
with sweet blossom scent
fills the air

Shades dusty blue, green
swept away by cockatoos
crying forth a symphony
of colour.

I sit to write
bathed in the dim glow
of the lamp
accompanied by the gentle
of the fire.

Sipping away at tea green
tummy full, content
I write about
the incomprehensible
of humanity.








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