Once a girl picked up stonesAnd made her very own mountain.
She had a stone for when she was happy,
Or sad
Or lonely
Or mad.
But she didn't have stones for when people leave.
Nor for when people break their promises
And she soon learned,
That it is set in stone—That when they all leave,
She ends up alone.
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An Anamnesis Of Spring √
PoetryI do not blame the rain for my tears. - Complete YT Spring Book Awards 2021 winner #33 in poems 3.22.21 #25 in poetry 12.10.22