17/09/25

January’s Highveld rain

and I flower
in green in yellow
in pink in blue

I was an Impala
and I ran very fast
as far as I could

the morning sun
now shines
for us

with the seasons
much sorrow
glides away

I arrange roses
everything grows
in my new life

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