Saturday, 20 June 2015


The stones stand the test of time,
Counting the hours and days.
Surveying the land as sentinels,
Watching from east to west,
As the sun sets and rises.

Monuments of a past age,
As the circle of life spins.
Though we know not what part they played,
They last in our memories,
And heal our hearts,
The twins of mind and body.
And if we look hard enough,
We may find ourselves.

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