a poem by Michelle Klemm, Germany -
Dusk, tepid windfrom the north,tense anticipationfeels everyone.Wanting to celebratethe whole night throughwith wine and draught beer,whatever brings us cheer.Night falls in,the fire is lighted.The flickering flametells a story of shame.
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