It’s a long while back and yet it stays,
how she draws delightful on a cigarette
and drink a glass,
of yellow sparkling st. Anna with me.
Maybe I was on a dark road
at the time and she gave me
a bit of light and protection against loneliness
and the impact of destiny.
She understood me for who and what I am
and much more than passion can find
a way to bind,
I was trapped by her humanity.
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-reminiscence-3/
