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Nov 2014
How  slow  my  awakening  is
in  the  small  sleepless  hours,
as  I  look  into  a  cloudless  night
and  find  no  stars  a-shining.

My  hand  is  an  upturned  palm  
Gazing  at  a  relentless  sky,
A  statue  of  frozen  remembrance
Of  a  gift  that  has  long  gone  by.
Lynn Greyling
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Lynn Greyling  SOUTH AFRICA
(SOUTH AFRICA)   
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