View from a window on a winter morning

Written By Anne Pronk

White surface pierced by gold shafts

Sleeping, reaching, incapacity, this place

A grey dog barks in front of the facade 

White clouds pierced by gold shafts

The dog pulls, and the chain breaks

A clinging sound gets absorbed in snow

White clouds pierced by gold shafts

Sleeping, reaching, incapacity, this place


Anne Pronk
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