Bora born
Iris _
Imagine the colour purple,
so harnessed, to bear no earthly hue,
or the darkest night sky,
so tinted, the deepest sea blue.
Purple swam with turquoise,
within ethers, about her head.
To embrace reflections,
in the souls windows, of deep sea blue.
For her first two years of life,
this lasted.
Light gateways hidden,
no boundary seen.
No way of telling, where pupils,
finished or began.
Just two great orbs,
framed by a perfect face,
unable to filter
scenes, that entered her space.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
so harnessed, to bear no earthly hue,
or the darkest night sky,
so tinted, the deepest sea blue.
Purple swam with turquoise,
within ethers, about her head.
To embrace reflections,
in the souls windows, of deep sea blue.
For her first two years of life,
this lasted.
Light gateways hidden,
no boundary seen.
No way of telling, where pupils,
finished or began.
Just two great orbs,
framed by a perfect face,
unable to filter
scenes, that entered her space.
- O -
© 2004 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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