These pieces fall like broken glass.
A Kristallnacht in my heart.
Artists come from around the world to capture its tragedy –
Only to bind my blood with ink.
Forced to live in its memory,
The portrait will not let me sleep.
(Why have you kept me)
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PoetryA compilation of poetry that describes love, loss and hardship.