Om Die Gees
Die omhelsing van die gees
maak dae vry.
Dae trek net terug
van eensaamheid
wat nadenke belemmer.
Om te laat gaan —
’n tyd om te rus.
Ledigheid dien nie.
Eindelose duisternis sluk,
Swael daarbo
met lig
wat sag is.
Asher Chipu
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