At Night The Fragrances Poem by Gert Strydom

At Night The Fragrances



At night the fragrances of jasmine
and lavender
comes in through the window
along with the love songs of the doves,

the moon hangs golden yellow
like a sunflower
and in the distance cars pass
and there are the noises

of ambulance and police sirens,
the hooting of a train
but you do lay hot and cosy against me
and the outside world passes us.

Friday, October 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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