Without your hands, I

wander homeless through the fields --


There is snow coming.


Zonder jouw handenObdachlos ohne
zwerf ik dakloos door het land --deine Hände streife ich
Er is sneeuw op komst.herum, Schnee zieht auf.

Poem S0826
Amsterdam, 2019-01-15

House and hands (Rolf Jacobsen)
Poem "Huset og hendene" (collection "Frå nåttapent")
Collection: VacantVoid 
Keyword: Missing: death 
Tribute to: Jacobsen, Rolf 
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