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  05.09.2026
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Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Mine Is The Honour (Haiku)

The consequences
will not be felt by others.
The spark is dying.
Faith was the substance
of a house of playing cards,
mine is the honour.
Life was your target.
A breath, once snuffed, is nothing
without a heartbeat.


  mortality honor despair transience

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