Description
‘Human love rise like a freshly opened fountain,
overflowing with sweet inundation
the fields we have so carefully prepared –
so assiduously sown
The fertile fields are deluged
with nectarous flood –
the young germs swamped –
delicious poison cankering them
into delirium and delusion
The light that illumines the deepest chambers of the soul,
the sense of humility that almost overwhelms surprise,
the desire for worthiness and goodness,
upon which new generations are founded,
is replaced with a self bolstering display
of verbal-spillage’
VaL Smit ©
