Rain – poem by Leona Labuschagne

Remember when it rained on the rondavels? All things were streaked with grey and begrown with moss Incessantly stroking the beloved soil New as a tendril-sprout struggling from between two rocks...

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Leona Labuschagne
Leona Labuschagne
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