Diana van den Berg

Rookie - 368 Points (4 November 1945 / Durban, South Africa)

Passing Of An Acacia - Poem by Diana van den Berg

Tree of my heart
though one of many
of my child-trees,
my words are frozen,
my heart is raw,
my tears burn,
and I am with you.
I will talk more
to you when
my breath
returns.


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(21 October 2012)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 6, 2013


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