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Maybe one day ... I will be the stone

maybe one day

all the words that I have read

silently moulded in my head

stunned with spectre and speculation

and all life’s experiences

that curled around me, blinded me

in mysterious mountain views

of half-concealed windings

will plummet like a stone

into the silent waters of my soul

to see the ring of ripples of self

spiralling in the sphere of all souls

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