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Raw poem

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….

Cape Town
Will love heal…