aboriginal.

planted in an earth so dear

looking to the sky, I stop

thinking is not my hunt

it is this land, its scent

living since ages, I know

places where I drew

my greenest dreams

decorated so sweet

with the songs of avian life

my words are my acts

my acts my only solace

for the terrain is vast

and my time too short.

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