29/12/25

Dear Kitty: I'm in sorrow about your Anne

she lived to the inside
in those darkened back rooms
in an Amsterdam of 1944

but she was in an inner world
of tranquillity
of pureness and beauty
but what her thoughts were
in the end
we can’t say
or even begin to feel


with these words 

I try to look past

the unbearable cruelty 

and suffering

to see her

white dove

fly so very high above us

in the wide blue open sky


© Annora Eksteen, 2025

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