When The Late Afternoon Begins To Fade - Poem by Gert Strydom
When the late afternoon begins to fade
then I do still think about you
as if you are right here,
then you are in my memories.
When the first stars appear,
when the light grows faint,
you are in my thoughts
as if we are embracing.
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