The wind throws branches,

it swishes the warmth away --


Time to say goodbye.


De wind strooit takken,Der Wind streut Zweige,
zwiept de warmte het land uit --peitscht die Wärme aus dem Land --
We nemen afscheid.Wir sagen ade.

Poem H0350
Amsterdam, 2012-08-29

Collection: The drama 
Keyword: Goodbye: leaving 
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