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The Stone

by Eli Hayes From the April 2015 Issue The old, crumbling building you see is a ghost’s garden 
And as if inside a labyrinth, they chase, they wander
 Death sparkles amidst flakes of hovering light
 From black to white, the old poets hold their stone 
Lonely, desolate, private, slow and still
 From one to the … Continue reading