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Thursday, 3 March 2022

Weskus Asem

Langgras klou aan geroeste doringdraad,

langs 'n vetplant see van seepgroen en staal. 

Op die klipstoep bak die oggend son, 

waar die tawwe rottangstoel verweer,

terwyl die Weskus branders roep, 

en die skoon wind ruik aan fynbos soet. 

Posted by Ephrem Griessel at 08:44 No comments:
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