The angel attacked,

my blood dripped into the snow --


till the sun came up.


De engel viel aan,Der Engel griff an,
mijn bloed drupte in de sneeuw --mein Blut tropfte in den Schnee --
tot de zon opkwam.bis Sonnenaufgang.

Poem H3407
Amsterdam, 2022-08-09

The colours of Anna (Sander Kollaard)
Novel "De kleuren van Anna", § Red
Collection: No wonder 
Keyword: Life: effort 
Tribute to: Kollaard, Sander 
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