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Monday 10 August 2020

Droom


Ek soek wat ek nie kan kry nie,
ek wil hê wat ek nie kan vashou nie,
en ek treur oor ek dit verloor het wat ek nooit gehad het nie.
My droom was 'n gedagte,
'n realiteit sonder vorm of mate,
maar die waarheid was eg en die realiteit onontkenbaar daar.
My droom is dalk my eie,
my droom mag dalk nooit wees,
maar hierdie droom se waarheid sal altyd by my wees.

An original poem by Miekie (Marietjie Uys).
'n Oorspronklike gedig deur Miekie (Marietjie Uys).

Marietjie Uys (Miekie) is a published author. You can buy my books here:
You can purchase Designs By Miekie 1 here.
Jy kan Kom Ons Teken en Verf Tuinstories hier koop.
Jy kan Kom Ons Kleur Tuinstories In hier koop.
Jy kan Tuinstories hier koop.
You can follow Miekie's daily Bible Study blog, Bybel Legkaart, here in English & Afrikaans.
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