My Fingers Want To Pick The Bright Stars (Crystalline) Poem by Gert Strydom

My Fingers Want To Pick The Bright Stars (Crystalline)



My fingers want to pick the bright stars
that glitter blue in the darkness

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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