(after D. J. Opperman)
For her blind father Klara searches and do get lost
and like anything on earth it's a story of heartache,
of people finding the poor child frozen to death
with her body the next morning ash-grey.
[Reference: "Klara Majola" by D. J. Opperman.]
© Gert Strydom
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