Black sand flies rhythmically
behind the black dog, who joyfully
digs and digs and digs and digs and digs
Then pauses, looks up, expectantly at his owner
Do you approve? Did you notice?
Springtime in Piha
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Beautiful Piha
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With the rising of the sun
The arrival of dawn
Another day is awakening
I have survived, weathered the storm.
Coming Home
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And the wildness of this place,
Unleashes the longing in my soul.
To speak my truth.
For I am known here.
And that is all I can ever hope for.
And that is more than enough.