After Wandering We Are One (Common Measure Octave) Poem by Gert Strydom

After Wandering We Are One (Common Measure Octave)



After wandering we are one,
after the days of youth,
I have found my dear love in you
while days linger in truth,
and the early summer is gone
while true as azimuth
our love is in all that we do,
it’s without an untruth.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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