by Anna Varney-Wong
The sweet melancholy
Whispers from distant childhood
as I walk in the soft rain.
Beautiful pristine Cape Town
You are in fact built on the grave yard of forced removals.
One can feel the vacancy in the prettiest places….
A sort of dreamy vagueness
Which has to happen when the eyes close to history
Which is still so close
The body has only just turned cold….
Will love heal…