While I planted some vegetable seedlings
today with me you did not a step walk
neither did we here with each other talk
about all of our common happy things
but then suddenly my mobile phone rings
while being locked-down here do me stalk,
the street is empty, even the sidewalk,
while suddenly with utter joy my heart sings,
it's such a sweet thing just to hear your voice
while it sounds if you do both laugh and cry
and my heart, spirit and soul rejoice,
the sun is even happy in the sky
of the very timbre of your voice I know
while I do sincerely love you so.
© Gert Strydom
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