Vera Dike Biography

The curse of being a poet

To see a beauty and misery
of the World
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The night


The ink leaked from heavy clouds
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Everything seems so grey and fade,
my thoughs,
grey lambs on the grey sky
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The Stars has changed.
So did I.

Under foreign sky
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The wind carried the thistle fluff far away
The wild geese cried: 'Adieu, adieu'
Even the feathers penned their farewells
on thewater surface
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