Ashes.
Amongst my scattered ashes
slowly floating down the Breede
are my memories of time gone by
on my way to the sea
whence I came.
© Gois
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A true poem. Clean and clair and gripping.. I like the way the arangement and the flowing sounds support the meandering of th Breede.
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