How Many Summers Have Already Passed Poem by Gert Strydom

How Many Summers Have Already Passed



I wonder while the winter wind cuts
with icy fingers through me
and still it’s as if my life
has difficulty to find direction
and now I am really longing for you
where you are waiting lovingly at home.

Thursday, October 31, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: longing,wind,winter
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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