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The day of my destruction
Shall the day
that my destruction comes
and I perish without income,
be the day
of my new beginning?
Shall what was clear to me in dreams
become my reality
and become the day of my beckoning,
and turn into the day of my reaping?
Shall the day of my destruction,
be the day of my awakening,
when I get new wings
and rise up from the ashes
around me?
poem
by
Gert Strydom
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