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Jul 2014
beloved

come, lean to me,

let us be morning shadows

as the hem of night

slips from our lips

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when sadness lives in you

you shrink inside
away from your eyes

you walk slowly
as not to rattle
Written by
Johann Botha  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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