The Blue Stone Poem by narie milton
The Blue Stone
i see a blue stone
in its getting brighter then i glmpse at it a little closer
their is a face in it looks like its sad then i look at it twice
it cought my eye and i see more then just a face its a man and
it looks as if he. walking toward me he stops in drops to the ground then he looks up and smells their he lay with nothing to say he turns his
head toward me and crys cause he can see my lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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