Gert Strydom
At night the fragrances
At night the fragrances of jasmine
and lavender
comes in through the window
along with the love songs of the doves,
the moon hangs golden yellow
like a sunflower
and in the distance cars pass
and there are the noises
of ambulance and police sirens,
the hooting of a train
but you do lay hot and cosy against me
and the outside world passes us.
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