You Are a Stranger

You are a stranger
Who is passing by
With a brown jacket
And a Marlboro cigarette
You don’t know my name
I cannot tell you my name either
Not that it is a secret, no!
Too much grass is covering my tombstone

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This is so beautiful…. and sad.


The descriptive tone and Narrative point of view (First person view) are really effective when we recognize the narrator is a dead person at the suprise ending of the poem.

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