<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Solitary Reaper</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I behold him single, <br>walking on the street<br>and his face is covered<br>by the long black cloak<br>that the evening wind<br>bristles against.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From a distance he looks<br>like a ancient priest, <br>or somebody trying to <br>get the better <br>of the foggy raining weather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Something sinister is in his step<br>and I have seen him before<br>and the knowledge of it, <br>brings the hair on my arms to life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I greet him like a old friend<br>and he smiles at me<br>like regular passers on the street do<br>and his voice is part of the wind: <br> “I am not coming for you, yet.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moonlight glitters yellow <br>in a crescent shape in the sky<br>and falls on the sickle in his hand<br>and death walks by, <br>to take away the very pulse of life <br>somewhere nearby<br>and he’s in a hurry to be in time<br>before destiny’s clockwork reach its mark.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Down the street<br>I hear a young man sobbing<br>in a old white house<br>where all the lights<br>are burning a soft yellow<br>and just for a moment, <br>the solitary reaper hesitates<br>before unnoticed <br>he walks through the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399724" data-title="The Solitary Reaper de Gert Strydom" data-description="I behold him single, walking on the street and his face is covered by the long black cloak that the evening wind bristles against. From a distance he looks like a ancient priest, or somebody trying to get the better of the foggy raining weath..."></div> </div> </div>

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