When early in the morning I went outside <br />I was amazed <br />that the summer sun <br />still comes joyful in the auburn autumn <br />there was a soft bright brilliance <br />to each flower <br />and our love was strange and still unknown, <br />when it turned me away from my own way.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-early-in-the-morning-i-went-outside/
