The light is bright in the blue with more white
where the sun do bring heat to the afternoon
and in this summer there are everywhere flowers blooming
where in our garden you do come to me
and I cannot long for better days,
later we pray for rain while the clouds hang pitch-black
we see the lightning coming down blue-white in the distance
and it's pure joy to live with you.
© Gert Strydom
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