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Afterlife Atlas

The Angel of Death atones While our mortality bemoans Alas we gasp, galloping to the unknowns For we were made of slippery bones Now in afterlife we acquire new life loans May we glitter as moon glade gemstones Floating as star flowers in universal zones With twinkling talking forever tones Our regal romantic soul rhinestones Speak duality of diamond dialogue silicones There on earth our poetry carved in our stones Here in Heavenly harmony microphones January 26th 2019

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Date: 1/27/2019 8:09:00 AM
old age...feels like an afterlife : )
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Date: 1/27/2019 12:30:00 AM
This is my favorite monorhyme poem! The rhythm really unifies and strengthens it, and the images and word choices are just sublime! 'Slippery bones', 'moon glade gemstones'... VERY COOL!
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