(after C. M. van den Heever)
Where man perish like ancient gods without adaptability
where he stands at the portals of eternity,
...
(for Annelize)
A story of true sincere love I have to tell
how a lovely maiden had been my own,
...
He lies with eyes of hate that wants to burn the days open in a cage,
glares at everyone that walks past on the other side with rage
and the pointed tufted ears are pricked up where he is ready to bite
where he does growl and hiss and claw as if everything does him incite
...
Straight-backed upright the suricate sits on the anthill and watches the world
with small sharp eyes it's cut fine where it looks at the sky and ground,
as life can in one single moment totally stop,
an eagle can dive down or a predator could hunt where the others do dig
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(for Annelize)
I cannot give you streched out open lands
I do not posses any great well-stocked farms
...
(in answer to C. M. van der Heever)
The roses fold open their deep-red cups
where with a soft fragrance they do entice
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Weavers do twitter, warblers chirp and doves coo
and the summer overflows with joy
but for the cat that do try to murder the birds
where from the branches of the fig tree the birds peep
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Weavers do twitter, warblers chirp and doves coo
and the summer overflows with joy
but for the cat that do try to murder the birds
where from the branches of the fig tree the birds peep
...
Weavers do twitter, warblers chirp and doves coo
and the summer overflows with joy
but for the cat that do try to murder the birds
where from the branches of the fig tree the birds peep
...
(for Annelize)
The sheets retains something of your smell
and the darkness is now overpowering
...