Violis
Violis
Vrolik, opgewek en bly
klink nog ‘n suiwer klank
van die violis se viool.
Die deuntjie tol
na ‘n dalende mineur mol
Iemand laat rol
sy trane van emosies.
Op laas word hy toegejuig
en bestrooi met
wit en bloedrooi rosies.
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