A Strange Dream (Triolet) Poem by Gert Strydom

A Strange Dream (Triolet)



At night I have the strangest dream
where all of my hope is swept away
but everything is not how it does seem.
At night I have the strangest dream
but in love you do vow and deem
to love me past every night and day
but at night I have the strangest dream
where all of my hope is swept away

Monday, July 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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