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Flight to reality
The jet turns over the ocean
and a lonely gull,
flies past the wing.
Picturistic Cape Town is fading
while we fly,
through a sapphire blue sky.
Inland a summer thunderstorm
hangs heavy with dark black clouds,
like the feeling in my heart.
Death comes at its own time and place
and when I depart from the plane
it’s like walking into
another sad world,
where I would never see
my grandmother’s smile again.
poem
by
Gert Strydom
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