Weeping Stone
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The stone is weeping
on its unconventional lot
which is of no worth
when it is unable
to nourish any seed.
Waiting for the sculptor
to come and take it
when it will be chiseled
and hammered for a new shape.
Then Lord will come
give it a new soul
when it will laugh
on its possesive strength
with new glamour of life.
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