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Grave Stone
No small rock
discretely marking
my final place of rest;
no!
My marker shall be
a monolithic work
of hand chiseled Stone,
upon which ravens
shall perch
and contemplate the
simplicity of death
as they look to the sun
rising from the fog
on the distant
horizon.
discretely marking
my final place of rest;
no!
My marker shall be
a monolithic work
of hand chiseled Stone,
upon which ravens
shall perch
and contemplate the
simplicity of death
as they look to the sun
rising from the fog
on the distant
horizon.
Published 29th Dec 2019
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