Your Lips Are (Persian Quatrain) Poem by Gert Strydom

Your Lips Are (Persian Quatrain)



Your lips are sienna-red, your cheeks rose-flamingo
and I cannot stop thinking of you wherever I go,
your eyes sparkle green-brown
and a kind of grace to my life you do bestow.

Wednesday, May 29, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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