"Drea"
If I owned my own land, I'd call her Drea, one step away from a dream...
each climb I fail succeeds at the next & I harvest my fruits from the weeds.
I see hope in the distance & peace in the shadows & roamers and outcasts ascend...turning tears into songs, screams into music & lullabies from pain in the end.
I own my own land & I call her Drea, one step from the sky of my dreams
where I add to her name & forget all the shame & grow into all that is me.
By: Tiare Tuairau
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