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Off with a start under soaking skies,
between shack and tent
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You who created me in my mother's womb
by FransB
18 lines, 3 comments,
on Nov 24 2:23 PM
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she cried today
tears of now and of past
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sacred silences leap
through sky-tinted glass
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her being is offered no rest
only pain, intensely layered
by FransB
13 lines, 49 comments,
on Oct 16 11:41 PM. In Pain
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she‘s a township Black--
this girl that can sing
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buite bereik
speel verlede krap
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life is progression
whether demonstration
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life, at times is comparable to dusting
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soms is lewensverloop
‘n onsigbare klankvertoon
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the passage for newborn
is slow; those who journey
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hernuwing van sukkel struikelende
oor growe aarde
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my gedagtes
dring deur jaaroue wand
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the sun settled
as if to fake its leave
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jou woorde skerpsyndend
trek vlugvoetig na my hart
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the web creeps clinging,
but, its beauty awes
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The mind needs not reason
thinking it part of being
by FransB
13 lines, 8 comments,
on Sep 7 2:52 PM
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Painful writing of last words / through tears of memories she would understand. / In life together we gathered / (our treasure-saddened wor
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My journey is unknown time;
still, I stop along its pathway
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groans grieve beneath
slithering moon where shadows
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she slipped away when the world was busy
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treasures of seasons
ebb and flow
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I love you Lord; joy flows through my heart
where wonder and awe
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I lift my spirit searching
take my hand Lord
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In your Love I softly cry:
Father, this is me--
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soaring notes vibrate
His greatness where feelings
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Lord, you are loving
and kind; my spirit lifts
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you who stand reading,
thinking
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her fingertips run across
fabric, smooth and coarse
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thoughts walk
within ebb and flow
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when in nakedness I walk
where winds blow harsh
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as breezes play its soft
and gentle brush
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there is something
between one
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