A love poem,love labor lost.

Amour, séparation et un choix qui nous est imposé n’est en fait qu’une torture.

Time v.2.

About a broken romance.

A cycle of desire and a mirage for fools…

The mystery is not only you seeing me as I look but also in me seeing you as real…

‘n Afrikaanse gedig oor verlies en lugspieëlings van die hart.

The seer can tell everything about a man’s future but is confounded by man’s thoughts and dreams which lie in the realm of his subconscious.

A small poem I wrote about the world as I see it.

Some illusions are so real because we wish them to be real with everything in ourselves. Unfortunately, they are only illusions and when the spell is broken, we are left in pieces.