The Stone - Poem by Marieta Maglas
A stone rolling herself from a mountain peak
apparently falls. Actually, she seeks the deep
meaning of life. She ends by sinking to become
river rock memorizing the history in her fossil.
This stone has feelings. She feels the tears
of time, and the drops of rain. A river rock is
cheerfully shining in the sunlight, but she's
sad in the shadow of the mountain, melancholic
in the moonlit, and dreamy at night, especially
when the river embraces her with his waves.
This rock remains lonely in the dried up
riverbed for a very long time to reflect on
her own existence. She is the same stone
cracking, staying in the altar of sacrifice, or
becoming the head of the corner, as Jesus
said. But, sometimes, she may become a
symbol as a philosopher's stone, or she
may be the top of a pyramid. Regardless of
her structure, she will never bend, and she will
never change her being, because a stone will
always remain a part of the mountain from
which she was detached.
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