I Remember You In The White Hot Sun Poem by Gert Strydom

I Remember You In The White Hot Sun



I remember you in the white-hot sun
with rays flaming
when you die shake your hair out
near to the small pond
in which the blue sky and clouds were reflected,
with the oak’s trunk
where morning glories are climbing up
and similar we are tied to each other.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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