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Muerte and Suerte

Updated on February 11, 2015
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Marianna Muerte and Solomon Suerte

Walked by the Western Sea

Pointing a finger at the setting sun

Marianna said, “See the clouds.

See how their cotton frames the sun!

Ah, the crimson colors!

They do such good for my heart!”


Solomon tripped on a stone

Hidden in the sand

Cursed the fates that laid it there

Putting down his hand

To steady himself as he rose

He pulled a gold watch from the sand

And raised his hands up

And said, “How lucky I am!”


Marianna turned to the East

Watching the darkness

As it crept ever closer

Allowing her joy

To completely fill her heart


Solomon Suerte watched the sun

As it fell from sight

And felt the water pull him

Suddenly from shore


Marianna called out loud

To her companion

He attempted to answer

Surrounded by glowing

Seaweeds that caressed his frame


Marianna Muerte laid her head

Down on the sand

To sleep

And wake not in the morning



copyright (c) 2014 christopher w neal

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      I did like it!

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      Chris Neal 3 years ago from Fishers, IN

      I tried to make it original. Hope you like it anyway!

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      Bronwen Scott-Branagan 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

      Goodness! It has a similar theme to a story I once read, I think it came from Ireland. Sad.