Gert Strydom Poems

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861.
This Winter

The air is grey
and the cold bites with the rain
and this morning, there’s fog folding around me
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862.
This Winter2

It’s as if this winter
is more deadly,
than the cold with which it bothers.
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863.
This Winter3

The air is overcast and grey
and the cold chills with the rain
and the end of our love cuts right through me.
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864.
Love Is A Bitter Thing

Love is a bitter thing
that cuts nastily,
Through my heart.
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865.
The Flags At The Pretoria News Hangs Limp

The flags at the Pretoria news hangs limp
hangs limp
while I walk to the bus stop
and a man with a straw hat
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866.
This Morning Six Thirty We Drive Past A Church

This morning six thirty
we drive past a church
where a lot of cars are already parked.
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867.
The Second Coming

Some people call the name
of the Almighty, before they kill
and have no compassion of their deeds.
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868.
The Tale Of The Sparkling White River

At the sparkling white river
that cuts its way through the earth,
some green reeds grew in bushes into the water.
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869.
There’s A Shore

There’s a shore
on the other side of destiny,
where forever I hear
happy voices singing
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870.
There’s A Place With Rows Of Cypress Trees

There’s a place where rows of cypress trees
stand to attention
at the foot of a rocky hillock
and there are graves planted in rows.
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