Segments of the forefinger,
Squeezed around the thumb,
Hanging on the edge,
And clutched on meadow stalk.
I twisted my thumb;
Tears filled around her pupil
As her eyes faded to deep.
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I would like to translate this poem
inhle inkondlo yakho, nokukushiya nemicabango yokuziqedelela kuyenza izoyize kakhulu. Siya_! !