Onthaast Poem by Madrason .

Onthaast



Droge roestbruine blaad'ren
morsig het mos
kruipend op de oude brikken
geroezemoes, stemmen, remmende
autobanden, knarsende tanden
rollend de rollator
ov wind in de rug
alweer gemist….
"Oh Stilte…! " M

Sunday, July 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: relax
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Madrason .

Madrason .

waalwijk netherlands
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