The afterfeathers
are blown up in the wind, cold --
shivers down my spine.
De vogelveertjes
Die Vogelfedern
waaien op in de wind, koud --
wehen auf in dem Wind, kalt --
krijg ik het ervan.
wird es mir davon.
Poem H0167
Amsterdam, 2012-01-14
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From Sacred Scriptures
The King
Keyword
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Death: silence / lifeless
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