Daughters
You are children of long dust desert roads
With mirages tempting the horizon
You are the learners of landscape,
Listeners of the berg wind,
Its strong voice shouting through dark nights,
You are witnesses of a studded starry sky
The gentle stirring of leaves, a lonely hawk
You are the echoes, the heartbeats of red soil earth.
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Ek lees – en lees weer – hierdie gedig.