Poems ✍️

  25.08.2026
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Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Do

It's only you that sees the fog
and finds himself so lost within
the murmur of familiar voices,
do let the kindness of the sun
transform all tears to morning dew
and warm your heart so that it can
be mother to your mind at last.




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