There Are Times, My Darling Poem by Gert Strydom

There Are Times, My Darling



There are times, my darling
that you are far away
that loneliness
along with dusk sneaks in
that the calls of the plovers
cut right through the dark night
and I am wondering
what there is still remaining
between you and me?

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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