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There is a darkness where you hide
There is a kind of darkness where you hide
while my years are dragging past
and sometimes I wonder if a day will come
where you are again mine?
Sometimes it feels as if you are near in my thoughts
while I am waiting to hear your voice over the telephone
and I wonder if the sky where you are,
are just as blue, if the stars there also kiss the heaven
and in astonishment I want to stand
when your eyes catches mine, caught like a child
on the day when you are mine
but in reality I may be searching
for something like dust blowing in the wind,
something that I may never find?
poem
by
Gert Strydom
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