In Each And Every New Day Poem by Gert Strydom

In Each And Every New Day



In each and every new day,
even when I have feelings of gloom
when life takes loved ones away
You are still visiting me in my room.

When I see the morning sun rising
over fields where wild flowers bloom
in a hot sunny day
I know your hand is at play.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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