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The Golden Stones
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The Voices of Stones
A rose and a fir bow scream their moment from a broken tick
A broken tick that reached into hell for deep black grime – why?
A broken tick that flung its hell upon these candles – pure flames
There is no house. Instead Azreal stays here – regret in his bones
His shadow is cast over the driveway which is cursed with memories
Here lies… two golden stones – just two golden stones
Sanctify – 7 Tea candles inside 7 jars wrapped in 7 orange ribbons
The wind has blown out their flame – the memory is shrouded
Etchings flicker with meaning, but it’s hard to see so far away
A broken tick; a memorial; a longing
-This poem is dedicated to Pinkus Falek & Rachel Falek
