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My brein vlieg nie weg
Op wolkes van gedagtes nie
My liggaam is stil
Terwyl ek sit net en luister,
In hierdie oomblik,
Met jou
En jou warm hande
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Of The Soul
PoetryCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
