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At the very end of night
At the very end of night,
he had become awake,
saw the morning star fading
as the sun crept over the far off hills,
saw the lights in the streets been shutoff
while only here and there a car was passing
and she cuddled closer in her sleep to him,
still breathing evenly, smiling at a pleasant dream.
poem
by
Gert Strydom
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