The adventures of a Hair Clip

As I drop in, my sight of the heavens turns to dim obsidian. I move on to search  for light through disorganized maze.

2 thoughts on “The adventures of a Hair Clip

  1. Kia Ora Desiree

    It’s your friend Willietony here
    This is a beautiful poem you have described about yourself.
    And I liked that last part when you said:

    ” My Maori Tikanga My last is Manga”

    Keep up the Good work and I hope you stay safe with your loving whanau and may God be with you.

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