The afterfeathers

are blown up in the wind, cold --


shivers down my spine.


De vogelveertjesDie Vogelfedern
waaien op in de wind, koud --wehen auf in dem Wind, kalt --

krijg ik het ervan.wird es mir davon.

Poem H0136
Amsterdam, 2012-01-14
Collection: Local inconveniences
Keyword: Death: silence / lifelessness 
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