Poems ✍️
  02.09.2026
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Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Hy Men

A tag of velvet, hidden well,
awaits the day when
trepidation rumbles
and shakes
the budding tree.
Explorers always smile
the smile of
reassurance.
As if to say
all will be well.
The fruit soon drops,
spills from its little heart
a precious liquid
soon to greet
a creature wild,
with looks no less banal
than a thin-skinned
and puffed-up caterpillar
from
the horny wilderness
of Kurdistan.


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