Komrij's Fado
A message moving,
lifting hands shifting
through the sky
alike a boat
drifting
on a sea
of eternity.
Smell that scent,
the fragrant roses
of poetry promises
and of coming proses,
and tears
and breathless rain
for Holland's Mozes,
departure of our beloved literator and poet, columnist etc Gerrit Komrij
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