Cinquain 41 Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Cinquain 41



come, come
to me across
the moonlit stretch of grass:
if someone asks, I’ll say it was
the wind

Tuesday, November 17, 2015
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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