I Shall Not Leave - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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
we spread defiant wings.
I talk of depth
while you encircle me
and satisfy my greed,
I shall not go
the reaper comes for me.
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