It is wounded with a strange feeling
It is wounded with a strange feeling,Without feeling at all pain,
I walk grief,
On a drop losing will.
My steps are covered by a fog,
Hands don't know long ago tenderness,
The voice with pleasure attracts deception,
But a small birdie of a shower freezes...
Heart comes to a track,
Lonely wolf wanders.
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Go to the left - grief will find,
Just go - you did get lost.
But we must go...
And losses are inevitable,
And meetings on the road, too, are inevitable...
Godspeed my dear UM / nica
Thank you for the opportunity to communicate.
Yes...
and we are proud of it !!!
blink 'n druppel van dou.
En vinnig verbleik dit
tot ryp in die kou.
It is an extract from a very sad poem called 'Middernag' (Midnight) by Eugene Marais, descibing a cold night winter night in South Africa. It translates to:
In each grass blade's fold
sparkles a drop of gold.
But quickly it freezes
to ice in the cold.
Have a great weekend!