Black Stone on a White Stone

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Some of my poems have already used titles including this one and this poem is filled with a lot of imagery and is based on the day you die or I die but it is all imagery and fiction.j

Submitted: March 28, 2016

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I will die in my last paradise; in New York

along with winter,

I will die in New York and my pride

will come with me on a Saturday,

which is the last day I smiled 

with the sun.

 

It will be Saturday, because, Saturday

I made my last wish for time to be

reborn, butI startled the moon

 and I reasoned with light for a 

peaceful journey and I've asked 

for my echo to come with me.

 

I;ve died; I got buried in the snow

on my journey back to time,

I don't fight with the snow ans ask

for a way out, instead I sink into the

snow letting ir swallow my echo

along with my blue cold soul.


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