Transience (Tetractys) Poem by Gert Strydom

Transience (Tetractys)



A
red rose
blooms today
with cups open,
tomorrow it will waste away, wither.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: red,rose
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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