But tomorrow, dawn will come the way I picture her,
barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window
in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.
She will look in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong
and a small cup of light.
~William Collins
barefoot and disheveled, standing outside my window
in one of the fragile cotton dresses of the poor.
She will look in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong
and a small cup of light.
~William Collins
.
.
sy het gekom
en sy was
beeldskoon,
in die teenwoordigheid van
my Skepper
.
