MICHAEL VON HARPE Poems

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1.
Visiting Aleppo

'the sun's fireball sizzling in the sky,
burning away what's left of the old citadel,
wind is choking and takes my breath away,
dust gently covering blood-soaked spaces,
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2.
A Farewell To Corona Virus

lights are glazing,
frozen in the fog,
it's the pinwheels
last smoldering
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