The peach tree bends
where my kuia sat.
Her bones are there,
under the mossy stone—
And the mint still grows beside her.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
The peach tree bends
where my kuia sat.
Her bones are there,
under the mossy stone—
And the mint still grows beside her.
From A Poem A Day: Australasia & the Pacific
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