TODAY i pick a stone
in my garden
it's been months and
there is no rain
the grasses wilted and
the garden is dusty
Tomorrow i will be here
again
To pick another stone
DAYS become stone upon
another
I am glad there are no
birds
They're not here anymore
AS excuses of loss
I got stones now
one upon the other
If only they can speak for me
If only.
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