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The smells of years

Crushed trodden
wet leaves

Smelling drenched Punga
Sensing the life
the bush
stumble on logs

I know

Slipping to a new adventure
Washed with sea
Cleansed with sunlight

All have a journey

"Tea for Two"
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
All people slip into whether many journeys or a few journeys we do.
But journeys they are.

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