Every dove that flutters down from its flight
brings me back to times with you,
to the days together in the hot summer sun,
to all the moments that we wanted to and could
and at night I dream of you lying at my back,
you do remain constantly in the beautiful memories
where I am entrusting you to God
and constantly I see doves in the sky,
which brings me back to times with you.
© Gert Strydom
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