Stone Flower
When
nothing more
Is what it seems,
White shadows fall,
And black
light gleams,
My fingers itch
To feel something known
Yet
the flower's soft petals
Are carved of stone.
Stone Flower
When
nothing more
Is what it seems,
White shadows fall,
And black
light gleams,
My fingers itch
To feel something known
Yet
the flower's soft petals
Are carved of stone.
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