Like sand washed by the tides
over and over again,
or mist rolling into a valley…
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' Kyk, hoe ek deur jou vingers val, en die donker my kom haal.' Steve Hofmeyr Dit is een van daardie unieke frases wat nie gebind is aan 'n spesifieke taal of kultuur nie. So voor die handliggend en so waar. Ons val almal een of ander tyd deur iemand se vingers! Pragtig maar nog steeds 'n bietjie sad.
wow, very beautiful work. Very lovely flow and imagery. I loved the second full stanza. The ending almost feels like a drifting off or a fading away, Very good job, please feel free to read and comment on my works as well. Thank you Rabbit
It's the wording that captivated me: I could not help but read slowly and go with the feeling of slipping yet desperately holding on untill that feeble grip is lost at the poem's end. amazing!