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My omhelsing het my verdubbel


My omhelsing het my verdubbel
my borste roep na mekaar
die twee kopspelende maats
en my hande omsluit my geheime

in ’n kamer ver weg
agter die gestorte herfs
kyk jou oë verbaad
na die spieël van jou lyf


Notes

Written for her friend, Andre

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  • Himler
    August 30, 2007

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    Beautiful.

    I love Ingrid. She was such and inspiration for many. This is one of her poems I haven't read in a long time.