Poems ✍️
  06.09.2026
  24

Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Nineeleven

Can we erase the memory
of desperation falling
from highrise windows,
so many seconds it took to die.
And it will stay with us
as if flash-frozen
until that day in Spring.
But who will pay?


  memory grief tragedy aftermath

Share on social networks:
Facebook | VK | WhatsApp | Telegram | Twitter

Take a look 👇

  No Asylum ᐈ
  No Room For Tears ᐈ
  Nomansland ᐈ
  Noodles In 1945 ᐈ
  Nothingness ᐈ

Write a review