Twee bome, met bloeisels
Die enigste lewe hier
Hul kleure vrolik, tog sag
In skerp kontras
Met die dorre landskap
Van bene
En stene
Die grond hier is dors
En kry net vog
Eenmaal ‘n jaar
Op ‘n herdenking
Of wanneer iemand verjaar
‘n Paar trane val
Die stof styg
En gaan dan weer lê
Soos die aarde op jou
Saggies, waar jy rus
En lui jou kopsteen:
Sit vobis terra levis

Posted by Charl Mijnhardt

Charl Mijnhardt is an established freelance writer with a special interest in wellness and mental health. He is also an experienced technical writer with many years' experience writing for the security industry. He currently lives in South Africa with his wife, Nastasia, and his cat, Gizmo. Hire him to write engaging copy for your website, blog, e-book, newsletter or marketing communications.

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