{"id":15151,"date":"2020-04-07T06:15:32","date_gmt":"2020-04-07T04:15:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/?p=15151"},"modified":"2020-04-07T06:18:18","modified_gmt":"2020-04-07T04:18:18","slug":"anne-van-walraven-op-de-trappen-van-het-bestaan-beleef-me-vergeef-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/2020\/04\/07\/anne-van-walraven-op-de-trappen-van-het-bestaan-beleef-me-vergeef-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Anne van Walraven &#8211; op de trappen van het bestaan: &#8216;beleef me&#8230;vergeef me&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"576\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/annevanwalraven11-1024x576.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-15152\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/annevanwalraven11-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/annevanwalraven11-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/annevanwalraven11-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/annevanwalraven11-1536x864.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/annevanwalraven11-1568x882.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/annevanwalraven11.jpg 1599w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><figcaption>Gedichtje voor de dinsdag!<br><em><br>het verlangen&nbsp;<\/em> <em>onbeantwoord&nbsp;<\/em><br><em>omdat het&nbsp;<\/em><br><em>in quarantaine&nbsp;<\/em><br><em>zo hoort&nbsp;<\/em><br><br><br><em>gescheiden&nbsp;<\/em><br><em>zal het mij uiteindelijk&nbsp;<\/em><br><em>juist bevrijden &nbsp;<\/em><br><br>Anne van Walraven<br><strong>Instagram: @annexwalraven<\/strong><br><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-medium\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"216\" height=\"300\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/annevanwalravenbundel-216x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-14818\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/annevanwalravenbundel-216x300.jpg 216w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/03\/annevanwalravenbundel.jpg 374w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 216px) 100vw, 216px\" \/><figcaption>Een brief aan jou is een ode aan de liefde. 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