A good friend asked me, "Why are you stacking up all those stones? Are you building some thing? "
I smiled and said,
"I just feel to. These stones resembles myself. I want to know how far or high my patience would come before everything crumbles down. "
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PoetryThe restless spindling thoughts of mine that hinders me of having a peaceful slumber every lonely night..
