Life is a stone
Dragged around until gone
So juvenile we climb
Thinking we are in control
Like I get to have any say
Like the sky is blue
Plucked to soon at black hours
Gripping smoke
Strains only your bones
Nothing is concrete
Except what remains in stone
How fragile the leaf blows
Wondrous magnificence a life is known
Living those of Grey
The Beauty of May
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