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Carina van der Walt
African Dream (continue)
fly the white highway by silene capensis
We fly above soft foam on the seashore, smoothly – like a strange fish eagle that knows the strengh of its wide featherlight wings.
The bright African sun sets in warm tones of orange and copper shines yellow through the windows reflects warmly on passengers sleeping reading drinking wine.
We swim into the depth of the blue, slowly – like a silver fish that knows the electric ways of its own destination.
In these miraculous minutes on the merge from daylight to nightfall a stranger turns into a friend and we are free to dream to speak to glide away.
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