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The Wind

By Anonymous

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is air
for us to breathe
or we can survive on
water and food.
The wind dreams of being human
having magical powers
it sleeps on the moon in space
kind of goes through your body
like cold water from the beach
sounds like a whistle
stabbing through my ear.


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  • Anonymous

    Coreen Special Educational School
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Nurambang yali – Country speaks
~ Jeanine Leane

It’s been too long since I sat on granite in my
Country and thought

Too many years since I breathed this air—
Bunyi-ng—ganha
Felt this dirt—Ngamanhi Dhaagun
Smelt this dust—Budha—nhi Bunan

Listened for the sounds of her words that say
‘Balandha—dhuraay Bumal-ayi-nya Wumbay
abuny (yaboing)’—History does not have the
first claim. Nor the last word.
Nghindhi yarra dhalanbul ngiyanhi gin gu 
‘You can speak us now!’

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