When The Wind Embrace Me Caressing (Crystalline) Poem by Gert Strydom

When The Wind Embrace Me Caressing (Crystalline)



When the wind embrace me caressing,
it rustles through the grass as it blows.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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