(after C. M. van den Heever)
Where every night at sunset she stands at her window
with tears she reads the written characters very slow.
Every night at sunset she writes herself a letter
from memories that remain and hope that tomorrow will be better,
hoping that the next day will much lovely go
where she do not anymore exist in her child's life
and while the day does pass lonely she tries her spirit to revive
but every word she do already know,
with tears she reads the written characters very slow.
[Reference:"Die afgeleefde vrou" (The worn out woman)by C. M. van den Heever.]
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