Lonely Stone
Lonely stone
when it crumbles
it crumbles alone
No ground to catch
it fall
No hands to hold
it for long
shattered into pieces
No life , death
no longer needed
taken last breathe
Scattered tiny stones
lonely one born
failing sadness while
It falls to mourn
Grinded into a dark corner
lost forever
Tried to warn her
A thousand pebbles
in the sea lonely stone
one who was
She
Annie Mitchell
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