Enchantment (Nonet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Enchantment (Nonet)



There was a kind of magic, catching
when I saw you on the first time,
a secret kind attraction
with my stomach fluttering,
my feet going lame,
your pure laughter
had caught me,
I was
dumb.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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