I came across a street, more a lane, let’s say, the corner of a lane,
and there on the wall were writings.
Old ones and new ones.
It made me sad to look at them for no other reason
than
that nothing stays and once no one will remember.
irisgassenbauer
bleib ruhig hier
irisgassenbauer 
Yes. Time is. One way.
Thanks for the poems.
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I landed here after perusing your excellent blog to thank you for your recent like on Shift Key. Your writing is very touching – deeply so; well done. Photos are great (I’m color blind so photos I can’t do unless I did all black & white.). I was more touched by your site because I’ve missed Germany over the years having lived and worked (in my youth, US Army) in Bad Kreuznach and Schwäbisch Gmünd. In my heart of hearts, if seeking and finding a „Heimat“ were possible, Germany would be it for me.
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