Last Night When Our Hands Touched Poem by Gert Strydom

Last Night When Our Hands Touched



when your eyes were sparkling brown,
and I was far past in love with you,
was drunk from love
when we had forgotten every other thing
and I was young
like a child that sometimes fall in love
and you uncovered your soul far past nakedness.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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