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The Crossover
I look at death,
And see gray shadows,
Of marbled stones.
Engraved with names,
Of fallen warriors.
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I see the black of the earth,
It's veins that stretch,
Six feet and beyond.
Connecting and tying,
In its embrace.
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I see the green of the trees and grass,
And the grief they thrive on.
And I know someday.
I'll be here,
But it's just another step.
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I see the white of the curtains,
The veil of mystery,
No tale tells.
And I'll walk into the unknown,
To begin eternity.
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The Stars in my Hands
PoetryThe stars in my hands: is a poetic prose work capturing each star in 3 short poems. Alexander Lorien
