Morning Poem by Gert Strydom

Morning



When the early morning rays
were caught in the sky

and it did look as if again
it would be a hot day
and the sun did change from red to white,

when trees did point fingers into the blue
and the fragrance of flowers
did hang like a cloak around you.

you did sit in the car with me
and your eyes did give away
numerous kisses.

Monday, December 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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