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 Today I heard a sensuous whisper through time and space so clear this whisper came from a gentle man that I had been longing for to hear. I... [read more] |
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Nothing to say, nothing seems real. All hope is gone, nothing to feel. Blankness abounds, deadened inside. Face is all wet from tears that... [read more] |
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Essence of the man flows gracefully within a soul, brought on wings of destiny. Symphonies of warm memories enfolds one in soft music. Finge... [read more] |
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Hidden spaces, silent places held deep within the soul Drifting in oblivion slipping into a black hole. Crying out, with painful fallout lo... [read more] |
 Why can?t I hug you? Why can?t I hold you? Or why can?t I kiss you! But I love you! I can feel you in my heart, I even feel lost with out yo... [read more] |
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You make me feel unwanted Sometimes When I'm craving for your attention I seek that you approve And I get the cold touch And when I am so an... [read more] |
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I jumped off a bridge inside And as I fell I didn't cry For I knew that I would awake With the body of one gone And now I can walk in a wor... [read more] |
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It's like stone Being dead inside There's only hard cold twisting In the depths of my null I feel like warmth is a stranger Where bitterness... [read more] |
 (vir Talita) My kind as jy stap klingel klein klokkies fyn wit klankies wat sag rinkel ... rinkel totdat 'n silwer sirkel môre, die blink k... [read more] |
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die Kruishout gekap uit jou ligdonker etse godverlate hart [read more] |
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I have love for someone But were is the one I?m looking out for him From every direction I look up, down Even side by side But were is he He... [read more] |
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stilte - die spreekwoord van die Groot Swygsame - skuil agter stemme varkore kan hoor hoe modder skoonheid fluister luister jy nou ook 'n... [read more] |
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(vir Leonora) vanoggend was jou oë pers: die diep violet so effens troebel soos 'n vers in herfs deurdrenk van heimwee én van 'n gedweë o... [read more] |
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my vrouwees vra satyn en kant en dromerige room geluk winterwit vere, Wit Olifant se méters tulle - strelend gestrik my vrouwees vra drapee... [read more] |
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groen vingers koester die kwesbare kern - die purpervrug wat stil voed op die weemoed van die halfsonlig 'n deuntjie word gerepeteer: vioo... [read more] |