The Sun Hangs Orange-Red Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

From outside the fragrance of jasmine drifts in
the sun hangs orange-red as the day begin

the moments of silence have a own beauty
as if all things will lovely be

and so intensely I do you this morning miss
as if caught in the memories and this.

Outside the rose flower red and white
and it's as if the bird do them in the morning delight

and from outside the fragrance of jasmine drifts in
the sun hangs orange-red as the day begin