Pink Roses Poem by Gert Strydom

Pink Roses



There are pink rose
behind the razor wire,
the cups of some are already open
and the buds of some
still is closed.

Green stems protrude
over a white wall
where razor sharp wire
cordon it off

and the soft scent
of flourishing flowers
catches me while
I walk to the post box
to get some letters.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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