When I Come Home (Persian Quatrain) Poem by Gert Strydom

When I Come Home (Persian Quatrain)



When I come home I am on sacred ground,
I am dumbfounded with how I do the garden found
where everywhere I see your lovely handiwork
and in weekends my life and days do turn around.

© Gert Strydom

Thursday, January 31, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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