liz berg naude Poems

She sits
still
silent
her mind is clear
...

She learned to waltz
to jive
she learned to dance
to stay alive.
...

Today my heart broke, quietly:
just a single tear to mourn its passing.
The loss of its tenuous hold on love split it in two
no sound to be heard
...

The still embers of the unwatched fire
stirred;
a spark ignited
by the smallest whisper of hope.
...