At The Front Gate (Rondelet) Poem by Gert Strydom

At The Front Gate (Rondelet)



At the front gate
I saw you smell a new red rose,
at the front gate
this afternoon I could not wait
for you to come, to hold you close,
to you I wanted to propose
at the front gate.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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