The Morning Is Cobalt Blue (Persian Quatrain) Poem by Gert Strydom

The Morning Is Cobalt Blue (Persian Quatrain)



The morning is cobalt blue
and somewhere in between it is you,
the afternoon is grey with thunderclouds
and we are caught in love, being true or untrue?

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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