[ Nach Meiner Brille ] Poem by Zyw Zywa

[ Nach Meiner Brille ]

Nach meiner Brille,

meinem Stock fragen, das ist's -


Leben ohne dich.

This is a translation of the poem [ Asking For My Stick ] by Zywa Zywa
Sunday, July 26, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: old age
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
"Zo zal ik dan worden" - 1 ("So werde ich sein" - 1,1980, Louis Paul Boon)

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