So these are a compilation of poems created by Karis and I on a week of sangria, lost friends, lakes, basket exhibitions and hip hop.
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The grass is tended
The deer appreciates this
But tomorrow gone.
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Stony paths lead up
To the empty heart of the cave
But with you it's full.
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Weave one under one over
The basket will hold for you
Treasure that is unfold.
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Flat lands are no more
Steep lines rise up from the floor
It's hard to climb them.
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Blossom litters paths
Yours is obscured by pattern
Tangled in fortune.
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Water is colour
Cascading without limit
Becoming homeland.
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Men carry their boats
To cup them in the vast flow
They bob with each wave.
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Wind surrounds my wings
To guide me on the surface
Swim swimminey swim.
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