wanneer die nag kom
Sy het in storm en twis gewoon,
Haar siel het so 'n begeerte gehad
Vir wat die trotse dood mag bring
Dat dit nie kon verdra nie
Die algemene goed van die lewe,
Maar het geleef as 'n koning
Dit het sy huweliksdag gepak
Met banner en pennon,
Trompet en kettledrum,
En die verregaande kanon,
Om tyd weg te bundel
Dat die nag kom.
hi follow me @omjacknews
BEAUTIFUL writing....carry on bro
You got a 2.31% upvote from @buildawhale courtesy of @writemore!
If you believe this post is spam or abuse, please report it to our Discord #abuse channel.
If you want to support our Curation Digest or our Spam & Abuse prevention efforts, please vote @themarkymark as witness.
You got a 9.38% upvote from @upmyvote courtesy of @writemore!
If you believe this post is spam or abuse, please report it to our Discord #abuse channel.
If you want to support our Curation Digest or our Spam & Abuse prevention efforts, please vote @themarkymark as witness.