Waiting for Spring


R699 per m²


When the frosts of winter had ceased

Its snows melted

Its cutting winds ameliorated;

The pain will subside

Our blood in our veins no longer frozen;

Spring will draw on


Greenness will grow over the brown beds

Refreshing it daily

Suggesting the thought that Hope travelled there at night

And left each morning brighter traces of her steps’


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