one stone
flowers, weeds, green and yellow
pass the cry of stones.
trees sing of nowhere
as nowhere was there.
“No stone was a stone from the start.
No cry was a cry from the start.
Death –
Gave them life.”
one stone forever at the end,
caressed by the wind and washed by rain,
who looks for the moon,
whispers: “I’m coming home soo…”
BOOM!
dust. one stone is dust.
helped by lightning and cheated by thunder,
taken by a breeze,
he’s going to the sea.
“So close yet so far away…
Here I’m closer to the moon than I will ever be.”
😍 it's beautiful
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