Walker Stone

I am a walker stone, shining dimple pearl,

I am a musty flower, blinking dark desire.

Shadows and mellows, they sing along,

For blue skies and midst of thoughts.

I repent for pillars of memorials I saved,
And mannerism dismayed the lessons.
Before life the afterlife taught,
After odes to the lasts, mistakes and faults.

Merry lights off to the treasures of destiny,
They obey the signs of affinity of faith.
A steer breathless blink of eyes,
Shall link with mere belongings of mine.

And at the edges of the shore to face the rain,
At the top heights, away from everyone’s sights.

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