When the morning comes
we walk into a new chapter of life,
every yesterday is undisguised
and every day has got its new beginning,
throughout the days you leave me speechless,
where we live sincerely and can fabricate nothing
until the days of old age
and if this is not love,
then life does bare no kind of meaning.
© Gert Strydom
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