in black and white...
(But missing native nuances)
(With verbal explanations?)
But the letter of the law prevails...
(Our law, not yours)
Just take your money and run.
Treaty of Waitangi
Posts from This Journal “poems” Tag
Petals of a rich, vivid fuchsia slouch in drunken dishevelment, glutted on sweet rain.
A pyre for dreams and discord, for savage expectations and risky opportunities, sends shadows to dance along the walls, entwined with the…
Never have I wanted so much to die. A heartbreaking echo from years past whispered in my memories, of a time the sea tempted you to wade in…