Faded Into Bliss Poem by Gert Strydom

Faded Into Bliss



Last night you were with me
and the big old dog
could not lie still
and she turned
every now and then.

Her nails rubbed
against the wood floor,
but while you were lying against me
my senses was filled by you
and my flu
was somewhere in the background.

For a long time I laid against you
and saw you sleep
and everything about me,
faded into bliss.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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