In Some Of The Passing Days - Poem by Gert Strydom
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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