All the leaves have fallen down
Fallen feathers fill the ground.
All the grass is bent and crushed
From the lovers rolling 'round.
Rolling through the ice and snow
Never knowing where to go.
Rolling in the evening dusk
'Til the only smell is musk.

Fulfillment lies around the bend
When missives through the ether end
When words will finally find their mark
And all the pilgrims can embark.
The journey's yet another life
For yet another husband's wife.
To meet, to mesh, to always love
To roll in feathers, leaves and snow
And always knowing where to go.

Herbert Nehrlich

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