Iris


Denkend aan jou zie ik je

ogen als radertjes, klikkend en denkend

 

In het helder van jouw iris

Schuil ik alsof

er alleen maar hier is

 

De kleuren trillen, vallen samen

barsten uit in stralen, suizen

Ik rust in de grijze vlammen

en hoor het licht verschuiven

 

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