In Some Of The Passing Days Poem by Gert Strydom

In Some Of The Passing Days



we were both busy in the garden,
which seemed like a kind of Eden
and there was something in your cheerful gaze

a kind of wonder as if by Godly graze
for a time we were separate from al other men
was save against every kind of omen,
but with thunder and rain nature had its ways

which made the flowers constantly bloom.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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