Onaangeraakt

soms raak ik onaangeraakt
ongebonden op zoek
raak ik verdwaald
op de dijk klapt de wind
en de huizen knipperen
het landschap is verborgen
de mensen zijn toevallig
terwijl ik onaangeraakt
blijf lopen
tot de luwte mij omarmt

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About chb

Writer, scientist, puzzled by mankind.
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