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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