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Francois Hoon
Francois Hoon
(18 January 1982 - / Pretoria, South Africa)
Francois Hoon Poems
| 1. | Departure | 5/10/2007 |
| 2. | One Night | 5/10/2007 |
| 3. | The Rose | 5/10/2007 |
| 4. | A Lake, Mountains, And Three Volcanoes | 6/14/2007 |
| 5. | Young Girl | 8/9/2007 |
| 6. | Talaat Harb Street | 4/2/2008 |
| 7. | O Life Divine | 4/2/2008 |
| 8. | Closing Door And The Distance To Pain | 4/2/2008 |
| 9. | Predator’s Prey | 4/2/2008 |
| 10. | Servants Of Futility | 9/6/2008 |
| 11. | The Lost Of Romance | 9/6/2008 |
| 12. | Search For The Divine | 9/23/2008 |
| 13. | The Drifter Fly | 1/5/2009 |
| 14. | Beach Of Beauty | 1/9/2009 |
| 15. | Love | 1/14/2009 |
| 16. | Woman | 5/10/2009 |
| 17. | It’s Almost Past Twelve And I Have No Words | 6/24/2009 |
| 18. | Ellipsis... | 9/30/2009 |
| 19. | In A Small Dark And Gloomy Town | 9/30/2009 |
| 20. | Riverstars | 5/8/2007 |
| 21. | Soaring Light | 5/8/2007 |
| 22. | Ember Nights | 5/8/2007 |
| 23. | Island Blue | 5/8/2007 |
| 24. | The Place | 5/9/2007 |
| 25. | Longing | 5/9/2007 |
| 26. | Drops | 5/9/2007 |
| 27. | Direction | 5/9/2007 |
| 28. | Joy! | 5/9/2007 |
| 29. | What | 5/10/2007 |
| 30. | Crust | 5/10/2007 |
| 31. | Sorrow | 5/10/2007 |
| 32. | Broken Wood | 5/10/2007 |
| 33. | Sequitoris Tates | 5/10/2007 |
| 34. | Twisted Night Thought | 5/10/2007 |
| 35. | Hollow | 5/10/2007 |
| 36. | Snowflakes | 5/10/2007 |
| 37. | Manstreet | 5/10/2007 |
| 38. | Grey | 5/10/2007 |
| 39. | Twilight | 5/10/2007 |
| 40. | Beach | 5/10/2007 |
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Best Poem of Francois Hoon
A Little While Longer
A little while longer we lie in this stillness of earth
The time silent, as it flies by to the ending of our mirth
Your presence brings peace in these moments sweet
Your touch release a stir long forgotten till now this meet
A river runs between us and the world
In a dream we live for moments few
As our hearts our minds and emotions swirled
We stayed sheltered in this time on morning dew
To capture this moment we indulge it’s gift
In time stolen from reality and sense we flee
To places of depth serene only us can see
To dreams of delight unknown we ...
Kinders
Agter élke liewe draai
Sit die kinders en spaai.
Enige mure en deur
Kan húl oë nie keer.
Donderende kabaal
Kan tóg nie
Die ore áf van ons haal.
Met die oë van valke
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