You’re the
Weathered
Stone with
Which I hone
Myself into
A sharper
Being.
#poetry
Weathered
Stone with
Which I hone
Myself into
A sharper
Being.
#poetry
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I am a creature:
Like this stone
of Mount Saint Michael
so cold
so hard
so dry
so refractory
so totally
lifeless
Like this stone
is my crying
that cannot be seen
Death […]