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Kom skryf saam in jou eie plekkie => Kom deel jou woordwerke => JeannedArc se plek => Topic started by: Jeannedarc on May 18, 2011, 05:04:24 PM
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When loved ones walk
Are we, the living
The only to brave
The living world?
Are we the living
Capable of seeing
A departed loving soul?
As I'm sitting
In the dead of night
Contemplating, thinking
In the barest of light
I am sitting at the table
Reading, drinking, thinking
Then, in the smoking room
The subtlest movement
Catches mine eye
Sitting on the settee
In the smoking room
A gossamer thin shadow
Is it a dearly departed spirit
A dearest friend, a loved one
saying one last final 'bye?
Or is it
Imagination
Playing with mine eye?
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Will we ever know? Interesting topic. Very good poem.
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'n Mooi gedig Natalie. Dankie vir die deel.