The mightiest of stones that proudly once laid
Ground and ravaged night and day
Piece by piece it chipped away
The hardened shell began to fade.
Supporting the weight of weaker gravel
That turned to rock as the stone unraveled
The way that time has shaped this land
Has made this stone turn into sand
The newer rocks will try to carry
This mighty stone that's weak and weary
And when the stone has finally shattered
The memories will live in the sand that's scattered.
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Author:
Alex Arnot (
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Comments2
Good write.
Thank you!
Great write! The sands of time erode, much the same as flesh and bone. the rocks remember all sin, but they, like us, are just dust in the wind
NICE!!!
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