The air roars and shakes
:
Move, move! I hide myself, half --
behind the window.
De lucht dreunt en trilt
:
Die Luft dröhnt und bebt
:
Wegwezen! Ik verschuil me --
Los, weg! Ich verstecke mich --
half achter het raam.
halb hinterm Fenster.
Poem H0283
Amsterdam, 2012-03-03
Collection
:
NightWatch
Keyword
:
Curiosity: new / news
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