The stone ledge was mine long before the urn appeared. The dark niche belonged to me a space I shared with cracks and cobwebs ants and other insects. I meditated on emptiness the tragedy of life the hopelessness of humanity my tears fell into the dust my laments heard by nobody. So don’t let the elaborate vase and her flowers fool you. Don’t allow the opium of the poppy dull your senses. Don’t be beguiled by the perfume of the roses. For in these decaying splashes of colour and brittle stems in stagnant water there is no beauty or passion. Only the silence of stone understands the delicacy of time knows a sadness that can suffer your heart.
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"Only the silence of stone understands
the delicacy of time" I have been thinking about this all day. Bravo for stopping me in my tracks!
Wowser I love every lone 💓