Poems ✍️
  05.09.2026
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Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Moths

Flutter, flutter
on the window,
letters will arrive so soon,
Bringing news
of loved Berliners
this is war,
we love the moon.
Morning spat
into the mist,
wings long gone
windows kissed.
Smudges attract
moths just like light,
eat of our thoughts,
spawn a new blight.


  wartime longing Separation telegram

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