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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 β€œBlown sand”
Zywa
Written by
Zywa
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   S Olson, --- and Khoisan
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