Some Mornings Poem by Gert Strydom

Some Mornings



Some mornings I hear doves coming down fluttering outside
and its as if long moments are lingering between us,
it’s as if sleep is stretching out
and I am lost in each breath and the contours of your body.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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