Red-Blonde Your Hair Gleams And They Are Delicate Poem by Gert Strydom
Red-Blonde Your Hair Gleams And They Are Delicate
Red-blonde your hair gleams and they are delicate
when together we walk to the church
and suddenly the world feels pretty and open
when the sun glistens and shines in a blue sky
and the last signs of winter are disappearing
when you start a cheerful conversation
and your eyes, your smile is full of new hope
and you are lovely, pretty and sophisticated.
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