I Shall Not Leave
H
Herbert Nehrlich
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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.
Bu şiiri puanla
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