Poems ✍️

19.09.2026

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Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Wetzlar - The Turks

It was cold in early December,
and so frozen their little feet
I have sworn to forget to remember
it's at night, in my dreams, that we meet.

winter memory grief innocence

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