Publicerad 2026-01-03 19:29 av MickeLil




Stone

A heart, seemingly made from stone
in deepest secrecy, all alone,
cries itself clean.

But, true to it's nature, upon
feeling the weakest ray of sun,
it dries itself.

And a passing stranger - given that it's visible -
will only see a stone and move on.





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