Where love once lived
wounds grow sturdy trunks
Roots go deep, flowers soar to the sun
Here, sweet fruit once dropped. Now there’s rot
Clusters the pests and diseases to feast
From the dark, where they are lost,
tales come from a child’s storybook.
The fantasy lands past and present
collide in a new hope of peace
and a place of bliss.
Tribalmystic Stories 
Such Beautiful reflections of your Memories growing up in Morobe. Tenkyu Tru Ms PNG !!
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Reflections of your p[ast/present….I guess…
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Yes, thank you Kah Wah. I hope you’re well.
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Well enough and may the Lord bless you with joy of life…
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