Talking To the Stones
There are so many paces talking to the stones
The greatest counselors are the ones made of bones
The flowers in this garden couldn't possibly be any fresher
Here in lies, the answers given without undue pressure
Various degrees of experience given by souls of all ages
Their final class pictures were found in obituary pages
A final remembrance of all a somber one
Beloved father, mother, sister, or son
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2023
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