Strings of the Photograph
The photograph they say, tells of a thousand distant worlds...
A thousand times over, and over−
Someone loves that landscape and contours, you know
The image sits in the memory of the heart, patiently waiting...
The archived black and white silhouette comes to life in an instant!
Yes, it moves the strings and plays a symphony...
That land is loved and treasured by someone, you know
A thousand times over, and over−
Someone loves that entity, the ‘braille-reader’ knows that print
By W N van Zyl (© Copyright)
Die Foto se Snare
Die foto, se hulle, vertel van duisend ver werelde...
N duisend maal oor, en oor−
Iemand het daardie landskap en kontoere lief, jy weet
Die beeld is in-gebrand in die liaseer kabinette van die hart, dit wag geduldig...
Die wit en swart silhoutte van die argiewe lewe in n oomblik!
Ja, dit beweeg snaar en simfonie...
Daardie land word bemin deur iemand, jy weet
N duisend maal oor, en oor−
Iemand bemin daardie entiteit, die ‘braille-leser’ ken die afdruk
Deur W N van Zyl (© Kopiereg)
