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Two poems by Sanet Van Rensburg

Lunch with the Pied Piper From across the table I examine your eyes puffy from sleeping in the sun you’re older than I remember +++++++forearms crossed +++twitching like last time you’re softer as a melody escapes your mouth and angst

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Poems by Sanet van Rensburg

Ceasefire The call to prayer sounds a familiar cry of melancholy respect resonates through ancient notes silence falls dissolving enemy lines momentarily The End Be brave like me walk away from this broken urn it once was splendid let go

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