Iceberg
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Herbert Nehrlich
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It is as if a mother
who gives birth
at night, upon an iceberg
and then drowns.
And then expects the newborn
to survive,
which all depends on
whether ice can nourish
human life.
And so it is with some of us
who love,
who want to own the object -
for their pleasure.
Who do not show a hand
but wear a glove,
and never ever will they
truly know:
One first must learn
what's written in the sand.
Say YES to love,
that's how you make it grow.
Those words are written in the sand forever
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