Treasure Island

Diana van den Berg

(4 November 1945 / Durban, South Africa)

Passing Of An Acacia


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.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 06, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 06, 2013

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(21 October 2012)

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