There Are Rays Falling Through The Window Poem by Gert Strydom

There Are Rays Falling Through The Window



There are rays falling through the window
where as small girl plays with her doll
and she is caught in her own small universe,
are busy distributing empty cups full of tea.

Years later the sun again falls hot on the floor
and it's a woman peeping through her long hair at me.

Monday, August 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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