Pilanesberg
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Destiny (or The Third Eye)
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How beautiful, she thought,
As she stopped her car.
A cool breeze rustled the trees.
What a wonderful scene
With the lake below
Shining bright in the clear sunlight
Venturing further from the roadside
Into the long grass she took a look
Through her camera lens, cliCK,
Another cliCK and yet another.
CRunCH of leaves on the ground
CRunCH…
Her breath caught in her throat
As she swung round to see
Him step out from behind a tree…
Her destiny…
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Image and poem: ©Denise G Allen, 03 August 2013 07:27
