The new morning opens

The new morning opens
and it’s spring with pollen
in the air
and I sneeze that it thunders around me.

I wonder if our summer
that is already butting
will also come so pretty
between you and me,
or is the last ripe falling
and killing everything.

poem by Gert StrydomReport problemRelated quotes
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