Gert Strydom (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)
I Went Into The Night Again (Welsh Sonnet)
while the sky was filled with rain,
saw some lightning streaking blue-white,
lighting up some of the dark night
and the roads gleamed somewhat black
while the cold wind touched my back,
the backlights of cars gleamed red
and the road meandered ahead.
The earth smelled new, clean and fresh,
a slight shiver crept up my flesh
as your face swept into my view.
as something pretty, somewhat new
your smile was gorgeous, start-struck
I lost sight with a passing truck.
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