Akuna Wirake

Akuna Wirake

A Poem by Jacqueline
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Aboriginal for To Follow a Friend ... I like traveling...

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Could we find a place that belongs to just us?
        Where the past escapes and the days collide --
                    Fire and rain water, orange mixed with tequila green
like an
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sunset.
          We'll run as far as we can,
          past glass staircases, and slippers,
                festivals and anniversaries,
into the light and night of new civilizations.
        We can watch the days collide, as we reach through the light years
Bright and unfounded as they seem now.
                      And  f o r e v e r  seems too slow a moment.
                  When we stop,
                            it will be on the brink of a cliff, where there's no world below us,
        Orange clay ripe against Nikes our own brand of paradise,
                          our hearts will collapse in a heap on the floor of the edge of the universe
                                                                    or...
                                                                        BURST
                                                            from love and beauty.

© 2008 Jacqueline


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Jacqueline
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What a beautiful love fantasy.

Your wish to escape in a natural paradise could of easily been matched to a landscape.

The last part is so extreme and impressing : ,,our hearts will collapse in a heap on the floor of the edge of the universe
or...
BURST
from love and beauty.,,
It's a very enjoyable read.

A.M.



Posted 16 Years Ago



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Jacqueline
Jacqueline

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