Poetry - Page 9

Poem: “Elusive (the horizon)”

I cannot touch it, but in the wind.

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Heartfelt poetry for the Ausländeramt

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Behind foggy glasses they ask me if I want to bleib (stay) here for immer (always) / Immer is such a long dirty word

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Poem: “27 voice messages”

27 calls, a week or a day too late to be heard.

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Podcast and video: “I am human”

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A team effort on trying to make the world at least a tiny bit more "human".

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