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This Summer Has Grown Old
This summer has grown old
when I suddenly found you,
when your eyes looked deep into my heart,
soft like those of a child
and now we are exclusive;
outside the autumn wind is blowing
thoughtless without a motive
as desires wants to devour us.
poem
by
Gert Strydom
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