The stones of the great ones were passed on
From generation to generation
No family has ever lived without knowing the power
Though they never knew 'till the last hour
Without the knowledge from the elders
They would have never lived to a great age
From time to time their spirits flutter
To give their "last" embrace
Along with their "last" remarks
Before they knew it the time has come
To past on the stone and acknowledge its power
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200 Days 200 Poems
PoetryThe title says it all. But I swear I'm not going through things. But it's mostly love poems...with some morbid, with some personal, but they're all just a story in the end. . (*^ω^*) . started writing - November 12, 2019 finished writing - April 1...
