<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399397" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Table Bay [2]</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can hear the waves roar, <br>slamming shingle on the rocks, the beach<br>drawing in and out<br>on Bloubergstrand<br>and the cadence is a age old shuddering<br>of waves breaking, continuing like before</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and in the distance Table Bay<br>lies stretched out specked with<br>hundreds of little lights<br>like a enormous crown</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with the flat mountain top<br>on display, etched against the night sky<br>and its full tide, the moon is full<br>yellow and magnificent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the place of good hope, <br>lies on the shore<br>with waves breaking forever more<br>and lonely the beach stretches out before me, <br>in a long white ribbon<br>and the dark water goes out to the horizon, <br>almost as far as I can see</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the sea wind is fresh and new<br>and there's no light in sight<br>on the wavering ocean<br>just a darkness that envelopes me<br>as the waves <br>are throwing pebbles out<br>and drawing them in <br>before breaking on the beach</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and there's nobody to be true to, <br>nobody to trust, only the reality of the here and now<br>and all hope, all promises, all joy and pain<br>remains the same<br>swept in and out of a confused world<br>forever breaking, forever rushing in.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399397" data-title="Table Bay [2] de Gert Strydom" data-description="I can hear the waves roar, slamming shingle on the rocks, the beach drawing in and out on Bloubergstrand and the cadence is a age old shuddering of waves breaking, continuing like before and in the distance Table Bay lies stretched out specked w..."></div> </div> </div>

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