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I don’t understand how you can just stand there Standing beside the river I cried Skipping stones off my tears to watch how far they’ll go As if my brokenness is a wishing well you have been waiting to use
Delicate blips spark a memory. A swelling of silence; a swelling of impatience, Followed by a combination of bird chirps and stones dropped in water.
MalachiteA Haiku by Amerus of Mairon This black and green stone Of love and transformation's poisoned dust is death
we are born alone we live alone   we are nothing we are just a gang   a gang of lonely hearts are we we may be happy now   we show no care for those who care  
I am strong,Even if I do not belong.I am dedicated,Even if I am continually deprecated.I am loved,Even if hatred keeps me shoved.
One beautiful morn, so fresh and oddOn a distant crag, a man did trodHe raised his blade to hew a perchAnd from the gouge three stones did lurchThe first was quite pale and buffed to soft green
My heart my heart, my fickle heart Longs for the sun but lingers in dark And aims for my love, but misses the mark My heart my heart, my fickle heart
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