Wetzlar - The Turks Poem by 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.
Yes so true it can become cold defending your piece of turf, is that where the term cold war was born AJS
Forget the Turks when you wake to a brand new day, but never....forget your Turkish Delight. (sorry about their frozen little feet)
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4/18/2024 9:27:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I don't understand the background to this, Herbs. I still detect a huge sadness in here, though. Love, Gina.