Darling, When You Were With Me Poem by Gert Strydom

Darling, When You Were With Me



we walked through the hillocks,
searched for small gazelle
as if we would find them
while continually we were happy
and at times it felt
as if we could catch the golden sun.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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