It Is Only One Day[2] Poem by Gert Strydom

It Is Only One Day[2]



It’s only one day
and I see you again
and your big golden eyes,
are burning in my mind.

I miss you near to me
and your perfume of yesterday,
still rises from a handkerchief.

It’s nice when life
is so full of promise,
but much better
to have you with me.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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