There’s A Light Breeze
There’s a light breeze
that blows hot in this summer
where you lie with your feet on my lap
on the pig-leather lounge suite,
at times our words are scarce
while the sun goes down breathtaking beautiful,
your eyes are sparkling magically
and there is something bewitching in our being together,
when we touch glasses of St. Anna,
I later pour almost the whole bottle out,
the being together becomes really precious
when the first stars shine in the night sky.
poem by Gert Strydom
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