Gert Strydom

Gold Star - 26,948 Points (03 April 1964 / Johannesburg, South Africa)

At The Front Gate (Rondelet) - Poem by Gert Strydom

At the front gate
I saw you smell a new red rose,
at the front gate
this afternoon I could not wait
for you to come, to hold you close,
to you I wanted to propose
at the front gate.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, January 13, 2012

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