Never will this rock break
So he is remembered.
Specks from it stick to any hand
That holds it.
Cloud Gray,
Coffee Brown,
Sediments pressed
By thousands of years.
His ashes
Will roam the Earth
Just as long.
Sometimes holding this rock:
A little 6 year old,
With dark brown hair
Comes to mind
I've never met him,
But I know who he is.
He's a boy, that'll never grow.
A boy that left space in life for another.
He's a brother I love,
But we've never spoke a word.
A rock, is all
To remember him by
Many places it's been.
A rock and black words.
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Poems
PoesíaExactly what the title says, this i just a collection of poems. My poems, other poems, poems I like, poems you like, poems that are suggested by you, whatever. I want to make this into a huge collection of poems.
