Sometimes There Is A Small Change - Poem by Gert Strydom
Sometimes there is a small change
of brown to green
that your eyes make, when I touch you
and when I kiss you
they sometimes get the sun’s sparkle of gold
and what you do
to make them get different colours
stays ‘n big secret that neither of us know.
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