When Feelings Unfold Like A Pocket Knife (Cavatina) Poem by Gert Strydom

When Feelings Unfold Like A Pocket Knife (Cavatina)



they can be sharp
and cut deeply without a second thought,
the soul can warp
at mere words that are said indifferent,
or like a harp
the sounds of love and speech can be quite true,
can bring happiness in all that they do.

Friday, July 26, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: happiness
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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