LP (6th March 1954 / London, England)

The Secret Life Of Stones

Stones are family. They move in earth and water and are so strong
they cannot be beaten. Stones live within themselves without fear.

They change in winter through ice and in summer through sun.
Without regret they may turn to dust, eternal in changed forms.

They are distant from foolishness and do not hurt for scant reason.
On a summer evening I will take a stone in the palm of my hand
and thus address you

On the last day let me be you
You are proved to be the better.

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Very creative. As I read the part below: On a summer evening I will take a stone in the palm of my hand and thus address you my mind wandered off in a different path. I thought: On a summer evening I will take a stone in the palm of my hand and thus caress you with it. Sorry! Great poem!
Verily, a thoughtful poem, making the reader to think and read again and again I invite you to read my poems
A very good poem. I enjoyed reading this poem. It is very interesting. Thank you for sharing.
You are simply amazing, Leslie.... i liked it a lot..... And thank you for commenting upon mine..... I would like to have such criticizations from you in future as well.... :)
A very clever and creative write. Thought provoking and meaningful. Well penned.
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