Biyernes, Nobyembre 08, 2013

                                                   she is a stone brick                                                  

                                                         she is a stone brick
                                                            still as everything else
                                                            that lined the streets
                                                            that ran the miles
                                                            into her beautiful home;
                                                            long she's been there.

                                                         she is a stone brick
                                                            she smiles in peace
                                                            the creases that run on
                                                            her serene face
                                                            leading but nowhere; 
                                                            long she's been there.

                                                        she is a stone brick
                                                           that has lain in the nights
                                                           where the cold air breathes
                                                           some jolly joyful company
                                                           they then gather by the side;
                                                           long she's been there.

                                                        she is a stone brick
                                                           she came home one day:
                                                           "mama, make my bed up
                                                           sick am very i need to sleep.."
                                                           gone the outside she played;
                                                           long she's been there.

                                                       so mama made her bed up 
                                                          as she made up the bricks
                                                          piling it high at the waist,
                                                          where the other bricks 
                                                          on the garden—sat..
                                                          long they've been there.

                                                      she is a stone brick
                                                         that ran the miles
                                                         her serene face
                                                         that has lain in the nights
                                                         on the garden—sat..
                                                         long she'd been there.








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                                  layoutsparks.com
                                 




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