This is the Berlin I remember
A glowing winter flame
Where open hands and steaming wine
Lay stones upon old pain.
When I think of Berlin,
There’s only one that I recall
Not the one of sorrow and blood
But the light that’s growing tall.
Don’t send them empty platitudes
Or Facebook prayers or snark;
Instead become that winter flame
That banishes the dark.
I picked this up from /r/BerlinTruckAttack that I set up during the midst of the attacks, Adam.
What a beautiful poem – I’ve stickied your post on the sub. Please keep at the poetry – you’re going to go places, man.
Thank you ever so much for sharing this with us – you have a new subscriber. Stay safe and take care.
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