Tercet for Kieva
at a delicate and fragile eighty
she still wears mascara
lavender and lace
and refuses cussedly
to bow her head
when the curator says grace
her amber eyes
smouldering defiantly
in death’s embrace
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Tercet for Kieva
at a delicate and fragile eighty
she still wears mascara
lavender and lace
and refuses cussedly
to bow her head
when the curator says grace
her amber eyes
smouldering defiantly
in death’s embrace
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Kommentaar
Skrywer skryf sensitief en diep. Dis n plesier om sy werk te lees.
Kort en kragtig! How do you translate? Definitely not short and sweet ...