Until Far Past Three Poem by Gert Strydom

Until Far Past Three

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Until far past three
you were awake with me
while a single candle threw its light
on a magical star-struck night.

We were reading some erotic poetry
and you looked innocent, smiled with serenity,
while the wind sang a soft overture
and our loving was sweet and pure.

Sunday, September 3, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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