(after Adam Small)
Soft like dew words and acts must lie in the depth of the heart
and in it sincere love must have an own kind of magic.
When the new morning comes we have to leave each other speechless
with that which we do and say.
[Reference:"Dit moet" (It has to)by Adam Small.]
© Gert Strydom
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