Dylan Attard Poems

A laugh,
A howl,
A call!
The bushland shares Her famous sounds,
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From the eco-loo composting toilet,
To being bathed in sunlight as the morning comes.
Nothing is as special as talking together,
And this, at least, truly got done.
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There's a reason that the colours,
Tell me your soul,
Tell me your mind,
Unveil what's inside.
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Finches whistle as they flutter past,
Fleeting instant in a beating heart,
So profound,
So distant,
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Every moment begins and ends,
Tombstones and photographs of,
A love long loathed and lost,
Again,
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I didn't realise I was fighting for my own independence,
For an existence without another,
Where I would be my own brother,
A place where I was alone.
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Please don't fall asleep yet,
I'm not tired, I'm not tired,
Just a little longer,
I'm scared you won't wake up!
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Little house upon a hill,
How lost are you within this world?
Of greys and greens and gums and will,
Of beauty, freedom, death's grave unfurled.
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Live every Love like it's your last.
For when it's past,
The memories you'll want to keep,
Will be the ones that make you weep,
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You say I don't know what its like to make a sacrifice,
While a ten-year-old child walks twenty miles a day to get his mother rice,
To feed his brothers and sisters that night.
When children cry because their parents fight.
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