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Dorp

rain on the zinc roof ~ dry red dust between my toes ~ child of Africa


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Blues

when I turn away ~ I no longer want to see ~ the sadness in you


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Alive

being vulnerable ~ making interesting choices ~ brings us to life


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From my window: Molemane Eye, February 2017

a Highveld morning ~ and in each lingering drop ~ the storm is captured


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Erased

our words become dust ~ in which we finger-paint thoughts ~ to be wiped away


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Realism

an experience ~ with time becomes fantasy ~ imagination


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Bashful

a shade shy of love ~ this affection that we share ~ in our private world


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