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
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