by Titirangi Storyteller
The Color of Water
If I could see my soul
would I know it,
recognize its form—
a hawk in flight, perhaps
or something not quite
so majestic.
How to tell
what lies
within
when so much
of every day
obscures
and cloaks.
Perhaps it is as blue
as I always thought
it would be.
L. Liwag
Music by Emily Barker & The Red Clay Halo, “This is How it’s Meant to Be”
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