I'm homeless without

your hands, roaming through the fields --


There is snow coming.


Zonder jouw handenIch bin obdachlos
ben ik dakloos, zwerf ik rond --ohne deine Hände und --

Er is sneeuw op komst.wandre, Schnee zieht auf.

Poem S0826
Amsterdam, 2019-01-15
House and hands (Rolf Jacobsen) - 1985
Poem "Huset og hendene" (collection "Frå nåttapent")
Collection: VacantVoid
Keywords: Missing: deceased, Sadness: mourning 
Tribute to: Jacobsen, Rolf 
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