Fancied Strokes

Stone

 

Stone

Go inside a stone

to the cool center.

Deers who saw the sky darkening,

Sounds of trees falling,

Grass never given a chance to grow back.

Pressed,

Steamed,

Transformed.

Still water was running over me.

It was weightless.

Lighter than baby’s laughter.

Children were sitting

Parents were taking pictures.

Little hand touched

hot surface of the rock.

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