She spun a cocoon The colour of a silent moon Around what remained Of her lost and un-gained. She bound bone to bone Stitched smile to song And calmly coloured her cries In the shades of reason gone wrong. But when she saw That her loss was a learning curve And her being Not a [...]
Jou lag Weef ‘n lied Deur jou liggam. Jou glimlag Skryf ‘n gedig Op jou gesig. Jou trane Teken ‘n toekoms Op jou wange. Jou hart Klop ‘n ritme Van verlange.