In The Depths Of A Grim Winter (Cavatina) 1 - Poem by Gert Strydom
In the depths of a grim winter when life
there was a fluttering, a twittering
at the front gate
when chilly the wind rocked the big trees.
I could not wait
to go to look and see what made that sound
and a little redbreast sang to all around.
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