Gert Strydom

Now that the autumn sun

Now that the autumn sun
pushes out its first fingers,
and the leaves of my life
are falling colourful,
 
while the winter wind
rustles somewhat cold through them
and I am of the opinion
that the spring and summer between us
eternally is in the past,
 
you do bring to my life
again new meaning.

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