I don’t write frivolous verse. Maybe happy harmony just never came to me. My rhymes are harsh, horrible terse. Perchance it is as it is meant to be Painful phrases come straight from my heart...
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Month: August 2017
My thoughts scramble in my head racing in circles around and around. Obsessing the, ” he said, she said’.. Struggling for answers to be found.. The feud was started with a tragedy: Shamefu...
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On my polished teak table lives a glamorous, red vase.. Stare: suddenly you will be able to see many faces, stories that pass. Swift glimpses of glittering smiles, ghosts of fascinating, fabulous peop...
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My hart is vol van verlange , my gemoed loop oor van smart.. Ek is die eensame gevangene van die alleen stap op die laaste stuk pad My uurglas loop elke dag sneller leeg. Hoop is min , geen tyd vir ...
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Drought: a heavy transparent cloak, suffocates every living , breathing thing. Life struggles on under a yoke that steals the joy of summer living Sage scientists confer solemnly, declare: It is the s...
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