13 january 2012

poetry

Gert Strydom
Gert Strydom

At the front gate (Rondelet)

At the front gate
I saw you smell a new red rose,
at the front gate
this afternoon I could not wait
for you to come, to hold you close,
to you I wanted to propose
at the front gate.

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