At My Mother's Grave - Poem by Michelle Derzkowa
Next to the lonely birch
My heart cries with despair
I am looking at the empty field
Green life horizon
I can cry as much as I wish
Nobody can see me
How my heart hurts!
I am lonely like a white birch
In the field
With the pain of the war
I am small
Loneliness is gigantic
Anguish of the vanishing years!
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