Frolicking Grains Of Dust Are Blown Away
Frolicking grains of dust are blown away,
are spreading everywhere,
blown away lies violets
in the marsh and veldt
and all kinds of birds
swish on their wings up and down
when the wind runs past skipping.
poem by Gert Strydom
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