a thousand-year curse
waiting to die
among snowdrops
his mum made all living things
make a promise
an imprint in the grass: fallen angel
knowing it's wrong
fantasizing about crows' thoughts
white clothes here
coloured there
typical: the first day of spring
the stench of manure
fills the air
en tusindårsforbandelse
venter på at dø
mellem vintergækker
hans mor fik alt levende
til at afgi' et løfte
et aftryk i græsset: falden engel
vèd det er forkert fantaserer over
kragers tanker
hvidt tøj her
farvet dér
typisk: første forårsdag
og gyllestanken fylder
luften
Great movement and wit.
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