A beautiful new white hat to represent
the crystal consciousness I would love
to have, trimmed it with a glistening white
mask, white flowers and shiny pearls
A silver shiny ribbon to round it off, my
colleague scoffs and another snorts but
this is not for them or to win anybody's
good opinion - it's just to make me glad
In the growing heat - feels as if the warm
Cape wind is blowing over me changing
my work station into a desert and I'm a
dying victim lost in scalding dunes…
[29 january 2015]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem