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Dec 2014
I feel the warm sun upon my skin
As it penetrates and enfolds
The stark early morning cold.

And I remember how I have loved you
When my love was still unafraid,
And my hope the only flame in me.

I kept it burning high, so high;
I did not even have the faintest glow
Inside my body when it died.
Lynn Greyling
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Lynn Greyling  SOUTH AFRICA
(SOUTH AFRICA)   
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