Koens digt




This was not my dream

but the way it turned to be

not too fancy looking

but all there is to me

so, by now my heart is flying

looking around to see

if there is a shelter to discover

or convincing hope by the way

that I have the guts to recover

     the loss of the treasure called We  2006

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