Its Presence Was Here With A Faint Glow (English Sestet) - Poem by Gert Strydom
Its presence was here with a faint glow,
if it was a godly or demonic messenger
I did not know and to act I was quite slow
as on this earth I am only a passenger
and am alone as life goes on.
but the strange visiting envoy is now gone.
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