In this winter

In this winter
it is as if it’s spring
when I get on my motorbike
and in a flash
drive down the road to Pretoria

and even if the cold folds around me
there is a sun
coming out of your arms
and your perfume
has a noble fragrance
like a garden
full of jasmine.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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