When The Sky Domes Dull Blue Poem by Gert Strydom

When The Sky Domes Dull Blue



When the sky domes dull blue,
with doves cooing on the roof,
peeping at you through tree branches,
when finches gambol at their nests,
the sun beacons you sparsely through leaves,
a kind of silence comes, a type of serenity
that forever penetrates into your soul.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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