Little Stones

~ Frank Solanki

Once there was a mountain tall
Housing creatures big and small
Fighting wild and gruesome storms
To keep the creatures safe and warm
…
But she could only fight so long
She could only keep so strong
For the waters made a crack
From her breast up to her back
…
The cracks were flooded by the rain
Nothing worked to ease the pain
Though the creatures gave her heart
Slowly, surely she fell apart
…
When she fell, oh how she fell
Everything turned a living hell
The shelter on their heads was gone
Left were only little stones

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Published by Frank Solanki

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