The air feels heavier here,
thick with whispers of what was.
Each step stirs the dust of old laughter,
fragments of a voice,
a smile suspended in time.
Leaves curl around forgotten paths,
their rustling a language I used to know.
Faces appear in the corners of my vision,
familiar yet unreachable,
......
We're not friends, not enemies,
just strangers with memories
loosely hanging on the wall;
silently awaiting to die and fall.
Pass me by and remember to forget
a pausing moment you wish to regret.
Our eyes shall meet
and we shall shuffle our feet
when the smile we try to form
is the exact opposite of norm.
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Die son sak stadig oor die heuwels,
warm lig rus op ou geboue,
stof hang soos herinneringe in die lug.
Kinders lag in strate vol geskiedenis,
bome fluister stories van lank terug,
toe perde nog die paaie geken het.
In elke hoek van die stad
skuil 'n stilte
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Do not stand on my grave and weep,
Those are just stones, it is not me.
I am the thousand memories we shared together.
I am the million stars we stared at night.
I am that smile in your face that will stay forever.
I am that morning joy, that midnight fight.
I am eight lines of a short poem,
And I am the sestet that finishes a love sonnet.
Do not stand on my tomb and cry,
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We built some houses with some sticks,
And others built them with some straws.
We ran to houses built with bricks,
Running from a giant paw.
We ran down streets with police cars,
And flew up high with magic coats.
We raced with cars in streets of tar,
And in the sea with Pirate boats.
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To the part of a beautiful journey
Who was never the destination,
I still have a part of you
You'll never be forgotten.
If I say I don't miss you
That's surely a lie,
I wish I could stop the time
Which continues to fly.
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Looking back through the memories
Watching my younger self wishing to be older
"I'll be one of the adults, I'll be so cool"
Oh my dear younger self you're such a fool.
From sitting in sunshine for hours to living in dark room
Trying to find the happiness I left behind
Managing anxiety trying to calm my always running mind.
I wish I was eight years old again
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Many who enter our lives
pass through without leaving a mark.
They may have once been important.
You may have even loved them,
but once gone, they’re gone.
Even if the parting was painful,
it’s a wound that soon heals.
A few memories, perhaps, but nothing more.
But there are others who,
when they’re gone, for whatever reason,
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In the warmth of a sunlit day,
We walk through the whispers of time,
With hearts that beat in sync,
And eyes that hold a universe of dreams.
Each moment, a fragile breath,
Filling the air with hopes and fears,
We find beauty in the shadows,
And comfort in silence’s soft embrace.
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ONE ATOM : Song
We sing our songs
wait for meditation gongs
as joints grow red and
knuckles like lead
We catch threads of Grace
prayer hands laced
All the world’s a stage
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