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Deune Van Der Berg Poem
Grass grazing toes, a blooming rose
springs arrival and winters departure,
warm summer nights and cold autumn breeze.
Sunset hues,
pink purple blue as well as ocean views.
Mountain peaks and sprouted seeds.
A raindrop grazing your cheek.
Who is responsible,
who could it be?
This is none other than nature's doing.
Copyright © Deune Van Der Berg | Year Posted 2023
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Deune Van Der Berg Poem
My lungs do not know the salty taste of the
oceans breeze.
My toes not the sand beneath my feat.
I have never seen it in its might,
only through ink on paper.
Photo's that do you no just
my old friend I have never met.
I can only imagine the sounds
of your crashing waves
for I will never get to see your face.
Copyright © Deune Van Der Berg | Year Posted 2023
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