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in complete

there’s a golden globe that bounces in Gisborne

laps up  surf



langours in sand

trees shift their branches

wafting in greeting

not to be missed



paint pallets no justice

define not the still

of a sunset epiphany

risking its will

we bow in deep envy

praise mighty relief

pleasure intensifies

natures mischief


no camera can capture

the rays spiking through

a deluge of colour

soaking me through




immeasurable beauty imbued

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