Rewa Morgan

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Aro hā

Where has Ohinerau gone?
Tāmaki-makau-rau I’ve left your


Volcanic shores
The Tararuas is where my head lies


Kapiti’s tides wash over my skin
My torso sinks into the sand of Horowhenua


My heart twists to see your shape
Climbing the slopes of Maungawhau


The distance is too great
But in the evening


I can hear your voice
Travelling across Te Ika-a-Māui


Aro hā
Aro hā
Aro hā

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