MW (24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)


For who will blow that whistle
which next thorn from thistle
will startle my fatigue
what cloud first will burst
shall quench my thirst
or crack a last sweet melody
as if the crow were friend
announcing my true end
and very merrily. M

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