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sout vir die seel - salt for the soul

die wind

straal

die angst

van my voorkop weg

die skerp sout lug

vul my met

die prag

wat voor my

verskyn

al die onsekerheid

verdwyn

soos sout wat

met water meng

the wind

caresses

my anxiety

away from my brow

the sharp salt air

fills me with

the beauty

that appears

before me

all the uncertainly

disappears

just like salt

that mixes with water

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jeannine-davidoff

South African

Published: Feb 10, 2012
LinesWords: 2665

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