This Morning  - Poem by Gert Strydom
This morning like every other one
You touch here and there in your preparations
And outside a myriad of sparrows fly past
When you put on the light and sleepy I open my eyes.
After a hot bath you comb your long hair
And you blush your cheeks and your lips get a bit of red
And in your bath water the tiredness of my body disappears
And to me even without makeup you are lovely.
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