Since my first memories I had a thing for shells,
you can call it a fascination.
I had never seen the sea
but I knew about shells.
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The sunbeams reflect on the water
where we spent the day at Nigel dam,
where you and Hannes prepare the fishing rods
and struggle to drive the pegs into the rocky soil.
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On his face you can see that he is getting old,
and he is almost seventy years.
Punctually he is on his post
sweeping my yard with his homemade broom
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Why does the night feel so much longer
when it’s difficult to fall asleep
and the thoughts and the things that bother you
are caught up in your reality
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the light is crisp and bright
and the air is fresh and washed clean,
the sky is more radiant and bluer
than the bluest blue
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When the sun stains the horizon
and the day breaks through
it brings hope and expectation,
an explosion of colours
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Happiness sometimes unravels just a little bit
as in life laughter and tears seems to be caught up as one,
a lifetime seems to be quicker than dreamtime
with answers found and answers lost
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When love breaks through like soft spring rain
and softens the twigs of the heart
and the love-tree buds into opening blossoms
it’s like two hands that find each other,
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It’s never good to be alone
and there is too much time to think.
Nobody should be alone,
especially not a child on a birthday.
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When the clouds gather in the sky
and their thrusting brings about lightning
that lights up the heaven
in a electrical display
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