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Fable for a metro child

When the dust and soot already left us,

the smog has stopped to flow,

we will find a starless open heaven

with a neon-bow.

And should you see it, although it’s mild,

I’ll surely tell you, a fable my child,

of treasures bound with chains all spent,

at the neon-bow's far end.

Follow the soft light through grimy waters,

climb the concrete cliffs -

if you wander on ten thousand hours

find it in the glyphs.

Do not stay, till no time to spend,

the fable says: go on my friend!

In that place is gladness for rent,

at the neon -bow's far end.

Follow the soft light through grimy waters -

you never will be done,

till you find the bright blue chest with treasures -

and maybe beams  - of sun.

A Koos Du Plessis Afrikaans poem –

"Sprokie vir ’n Stadskind", 
Translation by Andries Combrink.

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