Poems ✍️
  23.08.2026
  11

Author: Herbert Nehrlich

And Then...

They hummed.
And sang,
but when they drooled
I raised my hand
puckered my lips,
smoothed out my hair,
as if to say
I am perpetually
immersed in love,
with all of you.
And then they left,
to follow strange pursuits,
and harvest more exotic fruits.
I drooled just at the memory.
And then I died.


  memory longing delusion Death

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