Jy maak my bene nat met jou sappige woorde
My lyf blaas op soos die bloed deur my dun are forseer
My hart klop op drie plekke in my bors – in my borste
Die vure brand in en om my lippe soos warm kole wat wit brand – weggesteek
Onder die asse van opgebruikte hout-energie
Lê die potensiaal van ‘n groot groot vuur!
About Me
- piet patat
- I am me or at least trying to be, learning to be and I hope to continue to achieve this lifelong lesson with these blogs! Somewhere to express me! I love beauty - in all its forms and I want to love life again and celebrate every moment with wonder and amazement. Thats all for now!
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