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Mar 2012
I was asleep,
Closed eyes and lost mind
Woke up.
Still dreaming of the flowing rivers
Remembering the unending waterfalls,
Into the depth unreaching.
Coming up for air,
A sweet breath of freadom.
The swirling current to strong
With hands pushing from above.
Splashing in need.

There be no sweet breath.

No life raft to reach.

Feat growing heavy
Legs and arms weary
The abbility to float lost in the down poar.

Wondering...
Begging...
SCREAMING!

But the crashing down of water's to loud.
Unable to be heard.
Never to be seen again.

The drought doesn't come,
The dam is never buildt,
The sky fills with dark clouds
And the rain pours down.
Written by
Cecile Havenga
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