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Cry with me, Mother

Cry with me, Mother

And let our teardrops turn to rock

You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces:

I will become the sands of time

I will become the truth of imminent change

For cities and kingdoms are built upon those sands 

that cross oceans to feed the Amazon

I will become your mirror 

Showing you the emptiness inside you

Because nothing will ever be enough

For an empty heart


© 2024 Marieke de Koker

Mtunzini, South Africa 2019




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