“Gundel at the Gate” Through the snow-choked winds of memory A gentle echo grew— Gundel at the station gate Calling as she knew: Komm wieder, Werner…!" He shall come back alive: Her voice broke through the darkness Like a lantern in the storm, A promise of a world Still tender, still warm. In her cry he found a compass, A map back to his soul. While the ruins swallowed everything, He held her voice inside— A fragile vow of mercy Against the rising tide.
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