it is here in the spring wind
with the bokmakierie’s call
and the green valley’s song
where I again for my dad
find a hollow for his verse feet
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© Annora Eksteen, 2025
02/09/25
Walking and thinking about my dad
when I walk along the stream
it is here in the spring wind
with the bokmakierie’s call
and the green valley’s song
where I again for my dad
find a hollow for his verse feet
it is here in the spring wind
with the bokmakierie’s call
and the green valley’s song
where I again for my dad
find a hollow for his verse feet
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