At the bedroom window of the small hotel
Helderberg mountain towers
with its black peaks reaching high
and the other windows do display the beach
where the ocean dark-blue and green at times
does constantly go in and out
and it seems as if life here
can be a lot of fun
and in my thoughts there is
another place and time where you
ate barracouta hot from the coals
in Hout Bay
when I did know about our love.
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