Carol Gey van Pitttius

Saturday 9 November 2013

Missing Africa


I miss the sand between my toes

and the warm berg wind that blows
I miss the dry brown grass in winter
and the smell of a veld fire.
I miss the violent summer storms
and the lightening out at sea.
But most of all I miss Africa
and the part of it that was me.




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