Come on,
Stop the longing,
Listen to the seagulls,
They are calling for you,
I am waiting right here,
At the same spot you left me,
The endless sea still awaits us,
To take a swim,
In the blue waves,
Come and be my hope,
Forget the yesterday's gone by,
I want to taste tomorrow,
With you,
By my side.
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Reviewed by Amira van Kerk (Reader)
Reviewed on July 20, 2004
I want to taste tomorrow....
what a great phrase.
Phantastic write.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
what a great phrase.
Phantastic write.