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let the sunlight run through your hands
be the boat that never lands
catch the moment count the stones on the way
to be one with your lake
ride the waves that come to meet you
from the blue when you don’t move at all
bring me home that solitude
bring me home your lucky stone
bring me home the world in your eyes
New Zealand
for you I write
what you reveal to me
oh islands of the mountains
that summon the mist
on fields of silent waters
to ease the thirst of blue butterflies
as guest I stay
in your timber palace
where shadows arise from caves
in search of their creators
to revive old fires in hesitant hearts
a blank canvas I am
on your waves of resounding air
coloured by rain and sun
hopeful to set your legend
to a tune of peace
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