‘N KOPREIS

‘N KOPREIS.

My kopreise het die pad gewys

Van pad-tekens tot leef-tekens

Van dood-tekens tot voetval-tekens.

‘n kopreis vol passport-stamps,

Gedrup en verpak in my hart.

Van dink tot voel

Van mal tot praat.

Van wit sneeustorm

Tot bruin stofstorm.

Tot word alles stadig

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