Stone Gray Poems - Poems about Stone Gray

...— — — — — — — — — — Children’s hands stained with fruit color in spring water, right next to the old mill where the yellow sand is sprinkled into rocks. Moss and blueberries on lumps of discarde......

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...A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait, etched by a a starlit silver lustrous galaxy, silhouette of black lace frilled clouds, in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl, amber mo......

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...A dark blue midnight awning has its portrait, etched by a starlit silver lustrous galaxy, silhouette of black lace frilled clouds, in somber quietude adrift beneath a vibrant pearl, amber moon......

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...Meg often told Josh to try to be less reckless but Josh had panache when dealing with dangerous too often being feckless since days of sixth grade their hands often intertwined Meg and Josh ......

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... The snow is falling, falling on Remembrance Day, and I cannot help recall and remember my brother; now, his beautiful name is engraved in a stone gray, he was more than a brother bu......

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... The snow is falling, falling on Remembrance Day, and I cannot help recall and remember my brother; now, his beautiful name is engraved in a stone gray, he was more than a brother but a......

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...For the love of Lippy I've done it all... And I would do it all again For my heart, for my joy, for my friend Oh what a world you got me into! Some days so long and hard, I thought I'd never make......

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...A few hot-orange embers burn low in the fire pit. Morning has sprung, evident only In the vague concrete illumination of an overcast sky. Scattered twigs and last night's remaining logs Are tossed u......

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...This, a mountian. Were plates shift. A pules, Thermal in Dynamic. Rock, so dead-deep in earth, past soil Black rich into magma. From waterfall edgy cliffs. To Ice-glass , unforgivable shears......

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...I bled out from the mountain, My eyes from the fire, flowering Even now out through this mild window As I sit in my vapid flesh, Weakened and muscular, Awaiting Joy: The translucent skin, Th......

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