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Sunlight sleeps softly on Mists’ pirouette,
as Humid’s fragrance hums a lullaby15 lines, 7 comments, on Oct 21 4:22 PM 2007 -
“I am content
to take this one moment -
Naked before their eyes, I yearn
for human embrace that will offer -
when breeze
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I feel the pain
that finds rest within my bones, -
I am human Lord, a soul blemished
by my own doing -
we ponder the words
written on petals -
There is a night of a last hour
That knocks at my door;30 lines, 7 comments, on Oct 30 12:59 AM 2008 -
I ate each word, you wrote,
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Often,
my heart talks, -
without you, my pen etches
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1950’s
More than fifty years ago, as kid, I used to love my holidays with my grandma. Days before Christmas Day, she used to bake and pre -
aware of sun falling shade
between shrubs, where -
I hear your yearning, joy and despair
but cannot know your pain,
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It is wonderful to witness ...
the excellence of your poetry, dearest fellow poet, fellow South African and friend. I am proud of you!
Baie dankie vir jou teenwoordigheid op hierdie blad. Dit is aangenaam om jou werk te lees.
Edengroete
Myra
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