The rope is broken,

my lilac-red kite crashes --


although it is free.


Het touw gaat kapot,Das Seil geht entzwei,
mijn roze vlieger stort neer --mein rosa Drachen stürzt ab --

ofschoon hij vrij is.obwohl er frei ist.

Poem S2166
Amsterdam, 2024-04-01
The Moor's Last Sigh (Salman Rushdie) - 1995
Novel, chapter "Spices from Malabar", (2-) 9
Collection: Sludge
Keyword: Freedom: liberation 
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
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