Poems ✍️
  02.09.2026
  24

Author: Herbert Nehrlich

I Shall Not Leave

Exhausted now I lay,
spent to the marrow of my bones.
I rest with you.
Then, when our robin sings
we taste of Eden's fruit
and,
once again
we spread defiant wings.
I talk of depth
while you encircle me
you drool,
and satisfy my greed,
I shall not go
until
the reaper comes for me.


  renewal resilience intimacy Rebirth

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