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Jul 2019
Strips along the road:
my dreams rose themselves to pieces
torn by their over-pressure

Fellow-sufferers hang in the water
rippled, on broken legs
skinny from waiting

too tired to go on
and not strong enough
to stand still

I only cry tears
that do not come
to relieve or redeem

The light of the lighthouse
swings brightly
but the eye is blind
Refugees

Collection “Blown sand”
Zywa
Written by
Zywa
  176
   S Olson, --- and Khoisan
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