Poem By Madrason writer

Mijn ogen en mijn oren
hebben veel te ondergaan
maar ze doen ook van zich spreken
en ze `geven` te verstaan
de oogjes van de kleine
kijken me meewarig aan
en ik voel de onmacht zwellen
in die hoogzwangere traan. M

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