I Saw You Walking Around Poem by Gert Strydom

I Saw You Walking Around



I saw you walking around
in Tuscan streets
between yellow painted villas
on roads of cobbled stone.

The sky was light blue
the Mediterranean a darker hue
and all the places
had red tiled roofs
and some balconies
cordoned off by black iron rails.

Somehow your soul
was lost in Italy
while you walked
through fields of purple lavender
smiling lovely and being high
on the sweet perfume.

At dusk the light shone bright yellow
from windows all over
and a little later
we drank sweet red wine
at a café
and borrowing a guitar
you singed along
with the performers in the street
and I know it’s great to dream
about life in romantic places everywhere
but I am here and drink my tea
and write these lines down.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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