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 H0167
Amsterdam, 2012-01-14

Collection: From Sacred Scriptures
The King 

Keyword: Death: silence / lifeless 
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