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Kimberley Beauty
 


On stark, remote and bright red Kimberley Ranges
a lonely boab reaches up bare arms so high.
Rough granite boulders would deter all strangers,
old crow, into a bright blue sky sends strangled cry.

There, beneath that hardy, ancient boab,
as stark contrast to all of its surrounds,
a blue flower in granite outcrop thrives;
a leschenaultia sprung from those massive mounds.



Here, every view cries colour saturation
at outback limits of this wond'rous nation.





By cherryk

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