Thursday, 28 January 2010

Valley of III

Three stones sat there and dreamed;
They plotted and planned their hopes;
Most, most found, but all must
Not be as thought for those stones;
Had mountains of doubt, they
Had thought for ages and,
Time lost, hour glasses fell,
And tears turned to salt they
Stayed there days for nothing
They could do, would change,
Their fate of stillness and emptiness.

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