With big brown eyes <br />she watches him <br />where he is sitting <br />right opposite her <br />and outside yellow brown <br />dried out cornfields flash past <br />as a sign of this winter <br />and there’s something carefree <br />in his bright blue eyes. <br /> <br />Next to him on the seat <br />there are two bushes <br />of red carnations that she can smell <br />and she would gladly <br />received such flowers <br />from a loved one, <br />but he’s a stranger <br />riding along on the train <br /> <br />and she’s thought struck <br />when he receives a SMS on his cellular phone <br />and it suddenly feels <br />as if the whole world folds opens <br />in front of her <br />when without words <br />he hands her the flowers.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-carnations/
