ongeduld van jaag tot gedwonge stilstand
Elke sintuig sensitief
terwyl jou skadu rondtrippel en haas slange vang
elke geluid word geanaliseer
unieke reuk kleef om elke verby lopende siel
vingers geniet elke tekstuur sensasie
dors proe aan elke nasmaak vir hoop van les
Gedagtes jaag deur passiewe liggame
elke gelaat en persoonlikheid word erken in stof argief
geraas omwikkel in ritme en komponeer legende melodie
als so bekend in verlate ongerief
tussen vandag en môre
tussen vreemde
wag ek tussen spore op soek na jou
E-pos my as kommentaar gelewer word
Rapporteer foute/ongewenste inligting rakende die gedig
Stuur e-pos aan vriende aangaande hierdie gedig
Nuutste werk ingestuur binne die afgelope 7 dae
deur Rachelle du Bois
As she sat down on her suitcase, despair almost overwhelmed her. The events of the past week should have prepared her for something like this – this old house with this overgrown garden in this godforsaken little town in the eastern Free State of South Africa, which was left to her by a grandmother she had not known existed. But as she steadily began uncovering the secrets of her granny’s and her mother’s past, she found her destiny here, irrevocably linked to her smouldering neighbour, Julian du Toit. He'd made a promise to her grandmother that he fully intended to keep.
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