Poems ✍️

  11.09.2026
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Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Sigh*

The rocks rest near the waves
and in the skulls perhaps,
a fisherman who braves
the storm clouds without maps
leaves yesterday behind
its monumental lie,
a coprophagic mind
her name was, simply, Sigh.




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