The Stone
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Rahman Henry
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I grew up
Under the shed of a stone
Lovely, silent or laconic,
The stone, gradully turns blue.
Of silence, of blues,
Of hidden tear, an ocean in solid form;
The she-stone, once alive,
Now dissolving into the mother earth.
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