Hour Of Twilight Poem by Gert Strydom

Hour Of Twilight



When swallows and bats
gambol outside in flight,
with the moon hanging full and stars
are shining like bright beacons in the night,
some people are walking in the streets
to dance and gambol
at places where the bright lights are inviting.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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