Beauty of swirling leaves, with branches, and love held twinned,
Of trees that grow, bound life, to the skies love flows free,
Beyond high heaven, this earth, wash of love balanced on waves,
And in strands of cultures, we seemed to be untouched,
Beneath laws of the sky, our script was sealed,
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In our minds far so, our love graffiti etched on,
Fair songs of woven locks, though sown seem held by seers,
Such terrain, cultural disparities, lost it's day,
Silt flows down cold rapids, and the bay is still calm,
Such terrain, and conflict, Elders...