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alles het verander
    my hart klop
       soos 'n arend
           wat hoog oor
                die see hang

haar vlerke uitgestrek
haar oog op haar prooi
         elke dag met
                   dankbaarheid
         vir alles wat
              die lewe omtrek

everything has changed
     my heart beats
         like an eagle
             that hangs high
                 over the sea

her wings outstretched
    her eye on her prey
            everyday with
                 thankfulness
            for everything
                 that encircles life
© jeannine davidoff 2011
written in afrikaans
Molly is not my friend.
Stole my lover,
Never to come back again,
Do I embrace your body? these wounds to mend?
For my soul, for worse, is left arend

If only Molly were my friend,
She left me high and dry again.
On lonely nights,
To great heights,
Her choice, her life, my hole, mine, to contend.

I wish Molly never existed,
Never be apart, our love never blistered.
My only wish, I could have fixed it,
But I don't believe you,
You don't believe me,
Because I believe broken is better than twisted.

No, Molly is not my friend.

Molly, at last I bid you adieu,
You sounded so pretty, until she met you.
Your tongue lashed out and tickled her ear,
Her hands play with your Mercury, it's luminescent sheer,
No thought of what she leaves behind, she is who she chooses to do.

— The End —