In evening twilight

everything shrinks, the street noise --


the houses, myself.


In de schemeringIn der Dämmerung
krimpen de straatgeluiden,schrumpft alles, den Straßenlärm --
de huizen, ikzelf.die Häuser, ich selbst.

Poem H0522
Amsterdam, 2013-07-29
Collection: WoofWoof 
Keyword: Evening 
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