Sonnet 71 Poem by shimon weinroth

Sonnet 71



Do not mourn for me when i am dead
It is the coporeal being that has fled
Worn out by time
Frail cloak is shed

My spirit that better part of me
Will not give the earth its due
Nor leave my love alone
I leave the legacy of poems

Voice recording, echoing
Through out the universe
Sweet love, I write of you
Of the dance we danced

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