Tennis Ball Poem by Diana van den Berg

Tennis Ball



The tennis ball goes back and forth.
Though eyes follow it,
nobody sees it (really) ,
nor ponders its thoughts,
its pain, its aspirations,
its desire for freedom,
its dreams...

(16 April 2011)

Sunday, September 22, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: april,freedom
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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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