Shaking Like A Immature Child Poem by Gert Strydom
Shaking Like A Immature Child
Outside a swarm of doves peck yellow maize,
my heart gallops
along the dusty roads
of the lower town
and shaking like a immature child I am searching
where cars come to a halt
for you who are rolling away like a large marble
and when we are apart I do feel unsettled.
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