Alice Kriel Biography

Breathing fills me
I quiver
Waiting, aching
The fine strands of you
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Dusk is fastly falling
familiar sweet melancholy
covers and fills me
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The beauty of slow decay
and the fragrance of dust-coated roses
Brittle leaves falling to the ground
leave the slumbering tree starkly bare
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Evening’s end is nigh,
seconds and sands of time
run through these hands of mine
and I lift my eyes to the sky:
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At home –
what I feel when I am with you.
You listen to my heart breaking,
you help me pick up the pieces:
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