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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Conversation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dad, I believe that you are resting where you are<br>that you are unaware of everything<br>as if you are only sleeping<br>but sometimes it feels</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as if you are aware of my whole life, <br>then I wish that you could read my verses<br>as you were living for Afrikaans<br>and it was as if poems were in your blood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and I am wondering what you would have thought, <br>would have said as I am writing<br>every poem in English as well, <br>that it is the Scottish blood running true? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes when I see lightning bolts <br>trailing white blue down to earth, <br>getting the smell, almost like sulphur<br>where a thunderbolt falls</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am unafraid form being a child<br>and it’s as if I hear the voice of God<br>as if you are also near<br>like when I was a toddler</div><div style="margin:10px 0">taking my hand in yours<br>and then I could not comprehend<br>that they were putting you in the cold earth, <br>it was if you had just left by your own will</div><div style="margin:10px 0">which is a really strange thing<br>as you were truly in love with mom, <br>loved me and my younger brother<br>as if you would give your life for us</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and when I go to your grave in the hillocks<br>at Heidelberg, at times I am dumb<br>as if an old pain<br>comes into my heart</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and again I want to <br>walk into the hillocks with you<br>to gather protea flowers for mom<br>to give them to her in a glass vase </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to together stand on the porch<br>while lightning bolt after lightning bolts<br>falls exploding form the sky, <br>to get the smell<br>of the first drops that are falling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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that you are unaware of everything
as if you are only sleeping
but sometimes it feels

as if you are aware of my whole life, 
then I wish that you could read my verses
as you were living for Afrika..."></div>
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