It's With Ice That The Winter Comes Poem by Gert Strydom
It's With Ice That The Winter Comes
It's with ice that the winter comes
and with sadness the wind is blowing
when just an empty loneliness remains
and I do not anymore hear your beautiful words
when just before daybreak the dew changes to ripe
that even makes the bigger plants wilt,
the tracks in my heart are blown away
and even when we are together I do miss you.
Friday, June 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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