Wednesday 1 October 2003
Clapham Junction of iewers op 'n London Stasie
Dreunend oor die platform
kom jou voete verby gestorm
om my toe te laat om die
deur oop te maak
sodat jy die eerste gaping
in, kan skaak
Jou boudbene geslyp
om die beste sitplek te
gryp
Ten spyte van oupa of ouma
se bene
of babakies wat nog nie
eers gespene
Dan snork jy nog ook -
die stilte weg
Terwyl jou ore se geraas
almal se rit versleg
met die afklim
verdwyn jy
soos 'n skim
Friday 3 January 2003
You are so beautiful to me
You are so beautiful to me
you are as beautiful as
the morningdew dripping from the trees
as the first rays of the sun over the mountaintops
as the whitest cloud in the bluest sky
you are as beautiful as
the ocean on a calm day
when one can see the reflection of nature’s perfection
you are as beautiful as
the morningdew dripping from the trees
as the first rays of the sun over the mountaintops
as the whitest cloud in the bluest sky
you are as beautiful as
the ocean on a calm day
when one can see the reflection of nature’s perfection
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