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Hãna, Hãna Heaven’s breath hovers here
with the warmth of the Everlasting. Red rock long forgotten dots the velveted ebony steeples Jutting stately from the lavender sea; Glossy lava smoothed over and swilled clean— Earth’s primal baptismal scene. Mild, salty winds linger, Steeped of the Pacific’s porous heat, While water trips down the land’s middle— (Where the world has halved, this creviced niche)— Rushing feathery floods over the soil’s squared sides, Stepping down between sloped railings of grassy expanse, To the coastline ruffled with hanging edges of curved cliffs, Now rustled by the sea's foaming fingers that reach Toward seven opals, over creamy grains of beach, To caress stilled depths in the pools of Hãna, Where Essence resonates of faith unbreached… Timelessness slumbers here, Unknown— Existence pauses; Slow waves sound against the shore— The timbre of Eternity’s heartbeat.
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