Passing Of An Acacia Poem by Diana van den Berg

Passing Of An Acacia



Tree of my heart
though one of many
of my child-trees,
my words are frozen,
my heart is raw,
my tears burn,
and I am with you.
I will talk more
to you when
my breath
returns.

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(21 October 2012)
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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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