There Is Gladness Poem by Gert Strydom

There Is Gladness



There is gladness in your pretty eyes
but they are wounded
and are the colour of grass and dark ground
and I wonder about your thoughts,
see a cynical smile around your pretty mouth.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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