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Nov 2014
I  love  the  sun  upon  the  streaks
That  are  the  ideal  portrait  
Of  my  dream.

I  love  to  sing  the  sadness  of  a  flute
When  the  mist  is  in  me          
And  Iā€™m  lost  within  myself.
                                                  
The  same  kind  of  coldness
Brings  the  same  familiar  feeling.
It  envelopes  my  body
And  smarts  out  the  memory.

A soft kind of sadness
Edging like incessant  rain
To a soft kind of
Happiness and pain.
Lynn Greyling
Written by
Lynn Greyling  SOUTH AFRICA
(SOUTH AFRICA)   
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