Telephone: Mama

is dying, I can't go there --


walk around on tears.


Telefoon: mamaTelefon: Mama
gaat dood, ik kan er niet heen --stirbt, ich kann nicht zu ihr, geh --
loop rond op tranen.auf Tränen herum.

Poem S1549
Amsterdam, 2022-10-26

In the evening the phone rings (Jila Mossaed)
Poem "På kvällen ringer telefonen" (collection "Varje natt kysser jag markens fötter")
Collection: VacantVoid 
Keyword: Death: dying 
Tribute to: Mossaed, Jila 
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